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You lie on your couch, contemplating. An exciting few months lie behind you. You have dated all of the objects and abstract concepts in your house. The experiences you made were intense, memorable, and hilarious sometimes. But mostly wonderful. Yet there are still some things you have not tried, some fantasies that remain unlived until now. But this experience… it has changed you. Made you more brave and more willing to go after your dreams and wishes. You are alive now! And you want to make the most of it.

There is one being in this house that has made your heart flutter the most. The one whose shyness and selflessness have made your relationship fairly chaste until now. And you would really like to change that. To make him overcome his fears and insecurities. Your Hector…

You put on the dateviators and go to the AC in your living room. He has always felt more comfortable when you were talking like this so this is where you start.

Just a few moments and you see his elegant brown hands through the grate.

“Hello my love. My wonderful little dove! Is everything alright? Does my temperature please you?”

“Yes of course Hector! You know me so well. You always find the perfect temperature for me.”

He giggles with delight.

“Oh that makes me glad to hear. I devote all of my time to making you the most comfortable. So having it confirmed by you that I make you happy… is truly wonderful.”

His voice sounds deep, sentimental and sweet, heavy with longing and love. Its sound makes your heart melt all over again and overflowing with the desire to make him happy as well. But you know this won't be easy. His insecurities are sadly making him really anxious when it comes to meeting you face to face. Still, you want to give it another try, mindful to respect his boundaries.

“Hector?”, you ask with all of your tenderness in your voice and face.

“Can we please… meet again? It has been so long and I really long to… be closer with you…”

“Oh…”, he says. A few moments of heavy silence follow. You can almost feel his internal struggle. Him being torn between his mutual longing for you and his overbearing, irrational shame of his appearance. You think he would never deny you a wish but you're still very anxious.

“Alright my love. If you really want this, we'll meet in person. But please, give me some time, will you? Please come to me tomorrow and I'll be ready for you.”

“Thank you so much Hector. I know this is not easy for you. I'm really looking forward to seeing you again…”

“Everything to make you happy…”, he says with his mysterious and sad dark voice.

The next day finally comes and you have butterflies in your stomach. You go to your closet and try to decide on an outfit. You're suddenly very nervous and want some male opinions. So you take out your dateviators, look at your hangers - and there they are: the Hanks!

“Hey house homie, great to see you!”, they shout in unison, jumping up and down energetically. “Wanna go on another adventure?”, Hank 4 asks.

Hank 3: “How about scuba diving?”

Hank 5: “Or bungee jumping?”

Hank 1: “Or race driving?”

Hank 2: “Or canyon rafting?”

All Hanks: “The possibilities are endless!”

Geez, you had somehow forgotten their incredible energy. That's cute and all but not quite what you wanted right now.

“Er no, sorry”, you say, smiling apologetically. “I actually just wanted your opinion on which outfit I should wear on a date. I have these three here. What do you think?

“Ooh choosing a date outfit!”, they say simultaneously and with no lesser enthusiasm. They debate passionately. The simple jeans and T-Shirt look is too boring for their taste, so it is between the classic little black dress and the floral print jump suit. While Hank 1 and 4 prefer the jumpsuit (better for action dates), Hank 2, 3 and 5 find the black dress sexier. Their wide eyed looks when they see it on you kind of convince you.

So you keep it on and say bye to the Hanks who prepare for some skying on your staircase it seems… Just how exactly this all really works - one moment they are as big as normal humans when they talk to you, the other they are tiny little staircase skiers - you have long ago stopped asking yourself.

You make your way to the attic, your heart beating loudly in your chest. When you are finally there you take one deep breath, ruffle through your hair and mind your posture a little more. Then you point the magic beam of your dateviators at your AC.

Hector appears before you, standing there nervously in his usual greyish metal uniform. He has done something with his hair though. He has combed it back with gel, giving him a bit of a 1940ies movie gangster look. A bit dramatic, but also appealing. He looks at you longingly. As he notices your sexy outfit he grows an even darker shade of red.

You rush to him, forgetting all of your carefulness for now. But Hector makes a sheepish little step backwards before you can hug him, smiling awkwardly. You stop dead in your tracks and suddenly regret taking the Hank's advice to go for a sexy outfit. You realize that this only intimidates him more. Jeans and T-Shirt definitely would have been the better option. Damn!

You smile your most disarming smile and shyly reach for his hands. And he takes them!

“Hello, my love”, he says quietly, barely looking at you.

“Hi…”, is all that you come up with for now. His hands feel so warm and tender. He is touching you like you are the most precious thing in the world. Your heart melts instantly and you struggle for words to express how much love he makes you feel for him.

“Your hands are so beautiful“, you finally say, kind of breathless. When you look at him then you see that the compliment has unfortunately seemed to have made him feel rather uneasy.

“Oh um… thank you for saying this”, he says but takes his hands away from yours and kind of hides them behind his back, clearly nervous that you might change your opinion if you look at them for too long.

“I guess they are not that terrible to look at”, he adds, sounding doubtful. Again you ask yourself what must have happened to him in the past to give him such a bad case of body dysmorphia. He treats his appearance like he were some monster when to you he looks just fine, handsome even! But before you can say anything more in this direction he intervenes.

“Anyways, let's not… talk too much about how I look… Let's talk about you. How are you my darling? How has your day been so far?”

And so you tell him a little about your day, about the other objects you have met for the day and a very nice conversation ensues. Hector with his special position in the house knows almost everyone and seems very well informed about the goings on. His perspective on the other objects always stays kind and respectful, if yet a bit distanced. He seems to have a nice word about everyone, being able to admire their qualities even if he rarely interacts with them and merely observes them most of the time. Again you are struck with this sense of noble loneliness that he exudes. He is keeping a little bit of distance to everyone, but not out of arrogance, quite the opposite. You realize as you speak with him that he has let you get unusually close to him, even though it is quite tough for him to let his guard down. But still, you yearn for more.

Meanwhile the two of you have sat down next to each other on some boxes. After a little silence you try opening up to him.

“Hector… I would like to talk with you about something if that is ok… I want you to know that I am… very attracted to you.”

He exhales and looks at you sad and anxious and then he looks away, clearly a bit overwhelmed by this.

“Now I know this is not easy for you. And I don't want to push you into anything you don't want. But I… I want you to know that I desire you very much. I will always love you no matter how far we go together. But you should know that I would be ready for more if you wanted that too.”

You feel yourself blushing as you say this. But it is important. You want him to know that you are physically attracted to him, hopefully without putting him under pressure.

Hector looks at you longingly and swallows hard. You get the strong impression that he desires you very much as well but something is holding him back.

“Oh, I um… thank you. I… I really don't know how I deserve this. How you can find someone like me attractive is still incomprehensible to me… I… I believe you, of course, but it is still hard for me to fathom. Please don't misunderstand me when I say that I do not at all feel ready for this. Your beauty has captured me long ago and made me fantasize… all kinds of things with you. But being with you in reality? And maybe disappointing you to the point that you won't see me anymore? No, I can't risk it. I can't do this, at least not now. Forgive me!”

“It's alright, don't worry!”, you try to assure him but you do feel kind of disappointed to be honest. How can you possibly convince this sweetheart that he must not fear intimacy with you?

“Now I don't say that you shouldn't have pleasure, of course”, he adds, suddenly growing all red again as he speaks. “I fully support you having… relations with other objects here in the house. The thought of you with them is honestly very exciting for me. Especially if… maybe…”

He stops himself, seemingly unsure whether he should really speak his wish. But you have a hunch of what it might be.

“Would you… like to watch me when I'm intimate with others?”, you ask with a racing heart.

His eyes become big from both amazement and embarrassment.

“Can it really be? You already know my desire? Whenever I think I could not love you more you still surprise me with how well you can gauge my feelings. Yes, I would enjoy this very much… If this is not too much to ask, of course. I know this is a big ask.”

He is looking away in shame at this point. But you get all excited again. Being watched is a fantasy you quite enjoy. And by your sweet Hector?

“Yes of course! You can watch me as much as you like! I would enjoy the thought very much that I give you a hot show”, you say in a flirty voice and he returns your gaze excitedly.

“Really?”, he asks and for the very first time you see clear desire in his eyes. The look he gives you now, clearly imagining all the things you will let him see in the future, makes you kind of worked up already. You realize that the AC in your bedroom directly oversees your bed. Is it possible that he has already watched you while you had sex? The look in his eyes would kind of make you believe it. Maybe this is even one of the reasons he feels so unworthy to you. You'll have to prove to him then that you really don’t mind.

“Oh yes! Prepare yourself for some good shows in the future”, you say and strike a sexy pose in your dress, enjoying how his eyes shyly flicker over your body. You can only imagine how he must leer at you when he is all hidden and unseen.

When it is time to say goodbye there is still this anxiety in Hector and you try to contain your desire for him as much as you can. You tenderly take his hand in yours and look at him lovingly. Then you slowly move in to press a small, chaste kiss on his cheek. He lets all that happen but you feel how incredibly nervous just this little closeness is already making him.

When you leave the attic you feel all light and fuzzy. You have not really gotten closer to physical intimacy with your sweet stalker yet. But the two of you have found a way to have sexual experiences together regardless. You plan to give him some really sexy sights in the future. The thought alone is hot in itself.

And you get an idea: maybe, if you can prove to him your varied taste and openness by also having sex with some of the more… unusual objects in the house, that might show him that you are really open for him as well and will not run away from him. It might be a stupid idea but maybe you can show him that looks are not everything for you and that you find a great variety of objects hot - including him. It is at least worth giving it a try.

When you return to the bedroom you run into the Hanks who are just coming back from their adventure of the day. You get an idea for a first sexy something. You call out for them and tell them what you would like to do with them the following day…

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You are getting really excited for your date with the Hanks. Hopefully you have prepared yourself well. You have rested, eaten well but not too heavy and spent some time in the bathroom shaving and preparing yourself. And you have bought lube. A rather ridiculous amount of it but better to be overprepared. And with your sexy game with Hector just having started you get the feeling you will need it in the days to come.

You have agreed to start your ‘challenge’ at 10 a.m. so that you have countless hours just for your… adventures.

When the Hanks arrive they burst in with their usual hyped up energy.

"Hey, house homie!”, they shout in unison and pull you right into an intimate 6 person hug, that feels both breathtaking and quite promising already.

They then look at you full of excitement and determination.

Hank 2: “Hope you have prepared yourself for a looong adventure!”

Hank 3: “Hey gorgeous, can't wait to pump out a new record with you!”

Hank 4: “Today is gonna be ultra dope!”

Hank 5: “…and so sexy! We're so excited to do this with you today!”

Hank 1: “Are you ready for the most record breaking sex in the history of… of history bro?!”

All Hanks: “Because we totally are!!”

Their enthusiasm is both riveting and just a little bit frightening. Hopefully you didn't bite off more than you can chew…

Your proposal to the Hanks was quite simple: let's try to set a new record with the longest group sex session ever! You wouldn't have thought it possible but this made them even more thrilled about having a sex date with you than before.

You wisely set the rule that short breaks of 10 minutes were allowed every two hours. You also set the rule that no toys were allowed. Only your hot bodies in action.

Without further ado you all get to it. The Hanks undress themselves and you as well collectively. Taking off their usual sports gear reveals their sexy, muscular bodies. Each one of them is jacked and hot in his own way. You have never seen that much abs in your life! And then their perfect asses, muscular arms and legs and - well, you've never had five naked dicks in your bedroom at the same time. The Hanks look glorious and sexy and they are all here for you!

As the Hanks eagerly undress you as well and kiss various parts of your body in the process your gaze wanders to the AC. And there in the shadows you can just make out two eyes intensely watching you. Hector's piercing, hungry gaze gives you goosebumps. God this is gonna be good!

When you are finally all naked you lay on your bed while the Hanks take turns joining you there, mostly it's three with you at a time. You briefly think about poor Betty who has to support you all. But the wonderful sensations that follow soon demand your full attention.

A fantastic chaos of touches, kisses, caresses and moans ensues, burying you under it at times. You smell, taste and touch so much hot male skin and are surrounded and touched by so many strong, muscled, aroused bodies that you enter an almost hypnosis-like state.

Their hands are caressing you seemingly everywhere. Your legs, your thighs, your arms and shoulders, your neck and back and ass, your breasts, your belly and more and more between your legs. Sometimes one Hank lies on top of you to kiss you, sometimes they all touch you at the same time, making all kinds of compliments and horny little noises.

Your eyes are fed a never ending stream of hot sights: from the hot muscled bodies moving, to the Hanks starting to smear themselves and your body as well with lube, to the array of pretty cocks hardening for you, to the momentarily uninvolved Hanks that are standing at the bedside jerking themselves and greedily watching you. In theory you would not have to rush things. Heck, it would even be wiser to take it slowly to achieve your ‘record’. But the Hanks are impatient and so are you.

Finally the ginger Hank can't wait any longer and pokes his erection against your mouth impatiently. You have no intentions to deny him and gladly suck him in, which makes him moan loudly. The sight of you blowing one of them seems to quickly turn on the overs even more. Soon you feel one of them licking your pussy wildly (is this Hank 1?) and after a while his tongue is replaced with his rock hard cock seeking entrance. His lubed length pushes inside you and he fucks you enthusiastically. This feeling of sudden penetration and being ‘used’ by several men at the same time is extremely hot.

The others are not just idly standing by either. They are touching and caressing every inch of your skin they can reach, making it sleek and even hotter through the generous use of lube. All of this is making for the best kind of sensory overstimulation imaginable.

The two Hanks who are in you right now are both increasing their pace. Their moans grow louder and louder, while you can only whimper full of arousal. Suddenly you feel Hank 3 releasing deep in your mouth, making you swallow a good part of his cum. When he finally withdraws from you you get a chance to look at the hot goings on around you again.

The Hank within your pussy - it is Hank 1 - comes shortly after, riding out his orgasm vigorously. While he is still pumping his load inside you you see the other ones looking at you hornily. There will be no break for you, guaranteed!

And right: as soon as Hank 1 has finished Hank 4 takes his place, enthusiastically fucking you instead. The relentless stimulation has a strong effect on yourself too. You rub your clit with one hand, while you jerk another one off and have a new dick in your mouth again. You finally come really hard, not sure what sensation exactly made the trick.

It goes on like this for hours! The Hanks are taking turns fucking you, touching you and themselves in between their turns. Sometimes they get too excited and come all over your face, breasts or belly instead. You begin to feel like a porn star. The stamina and virility of these boys is amazing. They never seem to tire and are recovering from their releases to be ready for the next run with impressive speed. Soon you are filled to the brim with the proof of their lust for you. It is all a sticky, sweaty, cummy mess and you love it!

And sometimes, when you zone out of the sexy madness at hand you remember your poor little Hector watching you. You feel a bit embarrassed behaving so sluttily in front of him but something tells you that he is really into this. You even imagine him jerking himself off in the ventilation shaft to the sight of you being penetrated and creamed with cum right now, making you even more aroused than you already are.

After quite some time you wiggle yourself free from them because you really need a bathroom break.

“Sorry, I need a break!”, you say out of breath and the Hanks reluctantly let you go. Their energy seems to be endless, which is quite amusing and exciting.

“I'll be quick!”, you promise and rush to the bathroom to do your business. When you look in the mirror while you wash your hands you don't quite know what to think of yourself. But one thing is clear: semi-transparent white seems to be your color…

When you return your sexy himbo gang has already been impatiently waiting for you. While you were gone they have arranged some pillows on the bed and now they point to them with an energetic ta-daa-pose. You need a second to get what they want.

“Ya'll want me to lay on my belly?”

“Yeah house homie! For some hot doggie style!”, they yell in sinc.

You have no objection to the idea and let them guide you into position. They have thought about it quite well, because the position is rather comfortable through the use of the cushions. Also they have left a little empty room below your soon to be re-penetrated vulva. When they come into place you realize: one of them is going to finger you while you get boned from behind! Such a sweet and considerate bunch.

Round two begins with Hank 5 sliding his slick long dick into your creamed folds. The sounds of him pounding your overflowing vagina are getting rather obscene. That naturally heats up the others as well and soon Hank 2 makes you suck him off simultaneously. You feel your ass getting squeezed and your clit getting rubbed by someone and hear the moaning of the currently uninvolved Hank no. 3 who jerks off. You get that high feeling again of being filled, used and worshipped at the same time. All of this male attention is quite literally breathtaking.

Again it's hard to tell what sensation exactly is making you come. You feel your vagina tightening around the dick inside you. You're helpless and totally exposed, used by all these dumb, sexy, strong men. And by god does your pussy love this! Afterwards you make everyone switch positions so that you sit on top and are the one taking and riding your boys. The Hanks of course take the opportunity to let you use your mouth and hands on them as well in this position. It's incredibly exhausting but totally worth it. And so it goes on and on. Switching positions, chasing high after high, with just a few short breaks in between.

At the end of it all you are a total mess. Your skin is a bit bruised from all the friction and suction, your hair is a disaster and it feels like every inch of your skin is sticky with lube and cum. But you couldn't be happier. And the Hanks definitely couldn't be either. A lot of hours have passed since you've started and even though you have no definite proof for it you are all sure to have broken a few records today.

You give every Hank his own passionate farewell kiss and then they leave. You decide to go downstairs to Johnny to have a shower. Your legs feel really wobbly and the hot friction in your vagina will stay with you for days, you're sure. Geez… you should probably give the tinfoilhat man a proper thanks the next time you're chatting. Such a thing would surely never have happened to you without the glasses.

When the warm water of the shower hits your skin and you clean yourself you begin to feel veeery relaxed and honestly amazing. Yeah, you needed a good fucking for sure.

After you've showered you turn to the AC staring down at you in the bathroom, wearing nothing but your towel.

“Hector?”, you ask.

His eyes and hands are there suspiciously quick. He has probably been there the whole time you showered. This sweet little pervert of yours…

“Hello honey”, you say seductively. “Did you enjoy the show today?”

“Oh my love!”, he exclaims with pure arousal in his raspy voice.

“You can not imagine! The sights you gave me… the intensity…the stimulation… You were ethereally beautiful, so breathtaking and I have never seen you so heated. The ecstasy on your face and the sight of you being so roughly and so often… It satisfied me very very much as well, if you allow me to say so.”

As he speaks you notice that his own voice sounds quite… relaxed and spent as well now. You have a feeling he has been deeply satisfied more than once today as well.

“I'm glad I could make you happy today! And I'm already planning what your next show will be, you know. Do you have any wishes I could fulfill?”

“Oh no, this should be about your pleasure and yours alone. Believe me: your pleasure is all I strive for each and every day. There is nothing I enjoy witnessing more.”

To hear that your sweet little Hector enjoys you having sexy fun so much makes you truly happy. This is a wonderful adventure indeed and it has just begun.

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You're quite bubbly and excited when you prepare yourself for the friars visit. For this special thing between the two of you some details must be right to make it all the more enjoyable. But you think you have prepared yourself well.

When the hour arrives and he knocks at your bedroom door you open it, wearing nothing else but hot lingerie and stockings. In contrast to your enticing look you strike a rather timid and shy pose as though you were deeply ashamed and seeking penance.

“Thank you for coming, Errol”, you say and bow your head in reverence.

His gaze glides over your body with some obvious hunger in it, despite his attempt at an aloof facade. He licks his lips.

“Friar Errol, as I am here now in the capacity of your confessor”, he severely says.

“Yes, of course, please forgive me, Friar! Please come in.”

You have arranged for him to meet you here to ‘hear your confession’. You said that you wanted more privacy than in the kitchen. An excuse he gladly played along with.

As he steps in his expression changes to an exaggerated grimace.

“What is this smell?”, he exclaims. “Don't tell me you have…”

In answer you ashamedly hold up the empty, greasy McDarnel's bag. He gasps.

“Oh by the good Lord of Convection! What must I see? The evidence of your sin still in your hand!”

He rushes to you, snatches the empty bag from your hand, looks inside and then - looks even more distraught to find it completely empty.

“Well, there were still some fries left when I felt full but I… I just couldn't let them there for you to find. They were so horribly greasy. I'm sure you understand this…”, you say with a feigned innocence in your voice.

The crazed look in the friars eyes who must have been so desperate for your greasy left-over fries is both scary and hot.

“Oh you naughty, impudent little tease! The audacity! The indulgence! Come here right now!”, he commands, puts his arm around the small of your back and pulls you closer, pressing your lower bodies against each other in the process.

The anger and lust in his piercing blue eyes is kind of dizzying. You ask yourself if you are really ready for what you might have provoked him into doing.

“Oh I can see it now: the Grease Devil is fully inside you now! A normal confession won't do this time. No, I must exorcise this demon from you with punishment! So that you'll never give into temptation again!”

“Yes!! Please punish me Friar! I deserve it! I have been so naughty…”, you sigh.

Errol brings his hand to your face, tenderly stroking your chin and lip but with a cold and harsh look in his blue eyes that feels quite menacing. He halts as he notices…

“Hah! Still greasy!”

…that you purposefully haven't even wiped your mouth clean from the remnants of the oil in your food. He hungrily kisses your mouth, seeking the hearty taste that still lingers in it.

His passion is unbridled now. He kisses and touches you full of lust and self-righteousness. You have for now gambled away all your rights to protest or resist - not that you'd want to - and are fully in his hands, a naughty sinner who must prove her penitence.

He finally throws you onto the bed, making you feel incredibly excited. You wonder if he'll just roughly fuck you right now, without any further ado. You wish for it actually. He stays standing still for a few moments, looking down on you with fire in his eyes. You can't help but notice the huge bulge in his robes. God yes!

“On your knees now! Come to the edge of the bed. And don't you dare look at me! I will force the devil out of you now”, he commands.

You shakily turn on the bed to kneel before him, your pussy facing his crotch. Everything about this is so fucking hot. You anticipate that he does not think you're worthy to get any foreplay on his part. He'll probably just fuck you till he comes and make you thank him for his usage of your body afterwards. But this exact thought is all it needs to make you soaking wet.

Smack!

Instead of the anticipated feeling of his cock invading your folds you get the sharp pain of him slapping your ass cheek. You gasp in shock and pain. It seems he has a rather literal idea of punishment.

Before you can even process what is happening he smacks you again, sending hot pain through your buttocks. Your shocked gasps and screams don't disencourage him. On the contrary you can hear him moan in pure lust as he slaps your ass hard again and again…

You're not entirely sure whether you're into something like this. But somehow that makes this hot in its own way. This is clearly not about what you want any more.

Soon your ass feels more and more sore and is surely deeply red by now. When you finally think you can't take it any longer and have to use your safe word he suddenly stops himself. And then… he suddenly starts to rub your pussy through the thin lace of your lingerie. The contrast in sensation is quite breathtaking and shocking as well.

You're so conditioned into expecting pain from his hands by now that you fearfully jerk yourself away from him, but his other hand grabs you by the hip and pulls you back into place.

His fingering is deliberate and urgent but surprisingly great. He has his fingers pressed on your labia and rubs your clit unwaveringly. Soon the moans that escape you come from lust and excitement instead of pain. This feels so good that it makes you forget everything. Soon your undies are absolutely drained with your juices and you wish for nothing more than him finally pulling down your slip and taking you like the naughty little slut that you are.

When he suddenly takes away his hand you expect him to do just that when all of a sudden -

Smack!

He just hit your ass real hard again. The switch in sensations is almost unbearable and makes you scream really loudly. Again you can hardly process what is happening, when his hand comes down slapping you mercilessly again. The lust you felt is replaced with sudden pain again but it also mingles weirdly, the force of his hits still teasing your sensitized pussy somewhat.

“No Errol, please stop! No!”, you exclaim overwhelmed, trying to crawl away from him, but his strong grip firmly keeps you in place.

“Not until you have repented for your sin”, he exclaims. You were really close to saying your safe word right now, more out of shock than out of pain, but the lust in his voice makes you fall into the fantasy once again. Of course it must hurt, of course he must be harsh. You have been a bad girl, haven’t you?

“Oh sorry, forgive me Friar for I have sinned!”, you moan as he keeps slapping your ass, making you flinch with every hit.

“I am a naughty, sinful, bad girl and I deserve punishment!", you go on, the feeling of lust overtaking you making you endure the pain, even though tears run down your face now.

You hear his heavy breathing, imagining him to greatly enjoy every fucking second of this.

“Please Friar, fuck me!”, you exclaim breathlessly.

“Oh you're so eager aren't you? You are so needy!” - Smack!

“Indulgent!” - Smack!

“Impure!” - Smack!

It is all so hot and incredibly painful at the same time! You're afraid he will go on like this forever.

Then he stops all of a sudden. - And amazingly goes right back to fingering you once again!

His fingers glide under the soaking wet fabric with ease and between your needy folds, deliberately rubbing your clit in the process. Your horniness increases to 1000 once again, making you feel so weak and shaky that kneeling feels increasingly difficult by now. He suddenly pushes two fingers inside of you simultaneously, making you moan loudly again. He fucks you with his fingers, the sudden intrusion making you feel even more exposed and powerless.

“Like this, is this what you want?”, he asks hoarsely. The underlying threat that he could go back to hitting you any time making you feel horribly anxious.

“I… I want your cock! I need your cock inside me!”, you moan desperately.

“My my, so impatient!”, he reproves you sternly and takes his hand away all of a sudden. You brace yourself for the next hit, but it never comes. Instead you hear the ruffling of his clothes as he removes his robe.

Yes, yes, yes! Your vagina is throbbing with excitement right now and dripping wet. All you want and need now is his hard cock fucking you really hard. But the friar is still not willing to release you just now.

“Get off the bed!”, he commands, making you awfully confused. But you obey of course and leave the bed, your legs still a bit shaky from the experience.

When you stand up and face him you can see that he is entirely nude now. His body is lean and more muscular than you thought and his big cock is all hard for you. You don't get much time to admire his form just by looking though.

“On your knees, sinner!”, he commands and you follow suit. He towers above you now, the look on his face proud and lustful. His impressive dick is poking at your face, surrounded by thick black pubes.

“Go ahead and prove your penance now! Serve me with your mouth and seek absolution!”

The disappointment of not getting him into your pussy strangely only adds to this situation being extremely hot. Again you think that Errol will only allow himself satisfaction tonight. He will tease you and use you and expect you to be even thankful for it. And by god, you are!

You go to work sucking him off, your horniness translating into eagerness with this blowjob. You worship his balls and dick with your mouth like you really believed in his Lord of Convection nonsense. Frenziedly chasing his orgasm instead of the one you dearly need yourself.

He moans and sighs uncontrollably, clearly surprised by your ferocity.

When you feel like you are getting him closer to it he suddenly pulls out and keeps your head away from him with his strong hand.

The look in his eyes is downright mad.

“You filthy little temptress. Do you think you can shorten your punishment with this? You are mistaken! Now up on the bed again!”

You follow suit, by now not questioning anything but allowing yourself to just obey his orders. You assume the same position as before and wait for whatever will come. He teasingly slowly caresses your ass cheeks, very lightly slapping them again without causing any pain, but enjoying your scared flinching from it. You feel fully in his hands now.

He finally pulls down your panties, making you instinctively push your pussy closer to him, even though the fear of the next hit is real. Amazingly he returns to fingering you once again. You feel his fingers tease your clit lightly, the smallest of his touches making you hot with excitement. You know that he won't allow you to touch yourself which makes you chase any stimulation even more desperately. And he seems fully aware of your desperation. He laughs a bit as he holds a single finger to your clit, not moving it and enjoying the sight of you circling your hips to chase some dearly needed stimulation. You feel desperate. You are really horny now and really need to come but you feel this will never be enough. Still you chase it, hearing his cruel laughter.

When he suddenly takes his finger away you moan in frustration. Only to be surprised by the feeling of his thick cock finally pushing inside your vagina. He glides in pretty easily, given how very wet you are and that makes you gasp in amazement.

“Now let me exorcise the Grease Devil from you!”, he proclaims and fucks you relentlessly. He ramms your pussy painfully deep again and again, making you see stars. His erratic thrusts are clearly only seeking his own pleasure. He uses you like the worthless little slut that you are. The way he punishes you feels so fucking good! You come god damned hard by this, pain and lust mingling deliciously.

“Ah you bad, naughty girl!”, he scolds you and pulls out even before the waves of your orgasm are truly over, half ruining your orgasm in the process. It's both very hot and horribly frustrating.

Smack!

He goes right back into slapping you really hard again and again. Like you deserve to be punished for feeling pleasure. Fuck! This hurts but like in a crazy good way, still stimulating the nerve endings of your highly sensitized pussy.

And then he just ramms his dick into you once again! Dear god, how often does he want to torture you like this? He fucks you aggressively, hard, fast til he suddenly moans extatically and finally releases inside of you. You feel like you are simultaneously coming as well but you are not sure because you are also somewhat numb from all the pain right now. Part of you will never get enough of this while another part of you just hopes that it will be over soon. And somewhere in the back of your head you are still amazed that this is your fucking air fryer doing all of this to you.

You are really and truly spent. When he finally pulls out and lets go of your hips you collapse onto the bed face first, catching your breath. Errol climbs onto the bed as well and lays back, clearly exhausted as well. For a while there is a silence between the two of you.

When Errol has caught his breath he suddenly speaks very differently with you.

“Very well, my little sinner. Now you have repented.”

You beam him a relieved smile.

“Yes? Am I a good girl again now?”, you ask submissively.

“Yes, you have been very good my beloved”, he confirms, grinning at you self-righteously. You crawl into his arms and rest your head at his breast in a surprisingly cozy and sweet embrace.

Errol strokes you gently, now having his rare moments of sharing this side of him with you. After a while you whisper:

“I fear I have another confession to make…”

“Is that so?”, he asks and raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, I must admit. I have lied to you. I should show you…”

You leave the bed and retrieve something from the cupboard of your drawer. It is a box of McDarnel's nuggets! Errol looks at you speechless.

“I did not in fact eat everything I ordered. The nuggets are still all there…”

You hand him the box. It is really greasy. You see how he reacts to the smell and the feeling of the oily box and you know very well that his mouth is watering.

“Do you think it might be okay…?”, you begin asking and look into his eyes seductively.

“Well… after all the penitence we did today, this is but a little, very forgivable sin”, he says solemnly and opens the box, shooting you an inviting look. Yup, you know your bigoted little zealot pretty well by now…

You join him on the bed and both share the nuggets with utmost enjoyment. This little thing you have with Errol is really something special.

When Errol has gone you just lie a bit on your bed still in the nude, recovering after the intense experience. After a while you suddenly feel your nipples hardening again as a gush of cool air from the AC hits you.

“Hector, are you doing this?”, you ask lazily, of course knowing the answer.

His pretty hands glide through the grate and you crawl to the edge of the bed to be a little closer to him.

“Yes! I'm sorry but I couldn't resist playing a little with you as well after this.”

“Mmh, I like to hear that… So you liked what you saw then? Did my little show please you?”

You can hear Hector breath heavily and see his fingers grip into the wall hard like he were full of tension.

“Yes, my love it did! Honestly I was asking myself sometimes whether I should really enjoy it this much! I didn't know whether you like it this rough...”

“Oh that is really sweet of you Hector, but I can assure you that that was really hot for me. Sometimes being taken really hard is just what I want.”

“Really? Huh…”, Hector says. His voice sounds filled with lust and desire but he keeps his further thoughts to himself for now.

“Good night, love of my life”, he says after a while, his voice all deep and raspy.

“Good night, my sweet Hector”, you answer and crawl under your blanket as you feel your sleepiness catching up with you fast. As you slowly fall asleep you imagine Hector lying awake, desperately fantasizing about doing this to you as well. It makes you smile.

Chapter Text

You are grateful that Vaughn has moved up into the office now, so you don't have to climb down into the dark and dusty crawl space again.

You are quite nervous and wonder how he will react. You have never invited Mr. Trapp into your bed before but you have decided to change that today. The strange little man has always… tingled something within you in his own strange way and you are beyond curious what it would be like to have sex with him. And what better way to show Hector your varied taste than to take someone rather unexpected?

You put on your dateviators, look at the mouse trap with the cute plush toy in it and - there he is. Vaughn materializes before you with a big smile on his rat-like face.

“You're back!”, he states excitedly, warming your heart again for the unusual dateable.

He really does look odd. He is small, his face barely reaching your chest, and has his weird mouse shaped hair-do. He simultaneously looks like a very small man and like a gigantic rat. But well, rats are cute, aren't they?

“Hello Vaughn”, you greet him and reach for his hands. He takes your hands and grins.

“Come on now, give me a kiss, will ya!”, he says upfront and you bend down to do just that. Vaughn grabs your face enthusiastically and wastes no time invading your mouth with a rather swirly and active tongue. There is no sophistication in his kisses but always complete eagerness. He tastes very much like cheese, which is not a surprise at all but still takes some getting used to.

After some time you break the kiss and you both catch your breath. He looks at you with fiery little eyes. He is not much of a sweet talker but you can feel how he marvels to have gotten you as his lady friend. And you are about to make him marvel even more.

“Er…so huh…how are you doin’ today?”, he asks, seemingly a bit insecure how to behave in a relationship.

“I'm very good, thank you. A bit excited to be honest because I got something to ask you…”

“To ask me? Wait, are you telling me YOU HAVE FOUND RATS IN THE HOUSE? Any rodents you want me to KILL?”, he shouts gleefully with a sudden bloodlust in his eyes.

“Oh erm… no I have not I'm afraid. Sorry.”

“Oh ok,” he says, sounding and looking really disappointed. “What’s it then?”

“Well I was wondering… if you'd like to come to my bed tonight”, you ask, feeling yourself blush.

Not as much as Vaughn though whose face turns a dark shade of red in record time. He looks completely shocked.

“What?! Holy friggin’ rat, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! You want me to… to come to your bed tonight. For like, lovemaking and all of that stuff, am I gettin’ that right? Just like that huh. This is happening, for real?”

“Yes, you understood me just right. I want you Vaughn”, you say and give him a small, inviting kiss. He looks frozen still and speechless for a moment. Then he jumps around in excitement like a cartoon character.

“Oh holy shmuck! Yes, YES! I'll show you what this old rat trap can do to ya! You ask for the Vaughn Trapp experience? Then prepare for what I got in stock for ya, cutie! This trap is gonna rock your world babey, he he…”

His bold words are not quite enough to hide his nervousness. He tries his best to convey confidence but he still looks a bit scared that you could change your mind any moment. That's actually really adorable about him.

You're nervous as well. You've never had anyone who, well, was anything like him. He is that kind of guy that turns you on despite everything that he is and does on first look. Yes he is a rude and eccentric character with a passion for killing rodents who is not conventionally handsome either. And his personal hygiene seems a bit… improvable. But somehow there is still something about him - maybe the way he makes you laugh, maybe his straightforwardness, maybe his insecure heart of gold buried under his rough shell - that makes you get the hots for the guy. He is the thing your body badly wants even though your head tells you you definitely shouldn't. An ultimate guilty pleasure. How you will like it when things get ‘real' with him you are not entirely sure.

***

You wait for him. He is a bit late. You hear some noises from the downstairs bathroom. Barry's voice and Vaughn's. You cannot understand everything but Barry sounds… concerned.

“No, no, no, that's way too much!”, Barry says and gasps.

Vaughn yells something unintelligible in his familiar fashion. What the hell are the two doing there?

Finally Vaughn arrives. He looks quite sweet actually. He wears an old fashioned, brown suit that looks squeaky clean.

“ ‘ello, cutie”, he says quietly, nervously fidgeting a bit with his fingers.

You come to him to welcome him into your arms. Then it hits you. It's like a wall of perfume. A very nice, enticing scent, probably chosen by Barry. It is just way too much. His clumsy efforts to make himself appealing to you make him even cuter somehow.

“Hi Vaughn! Ehm, nice perfume…”, you say a bit insecure.

“Yeah, Barry told me you'd like it. Do you like it? Why do you make such a face like that? Oh wait, don't say anything. You hate it, don't you?!”

“Oh it's nothing really. It just-”

“I have prepared myself, you know”, he goes on, not waiting for your answer.

“Been out and about in the whole house. I've asked everyone what you like! Wasn't easy but they told me all the sexy little things you find good. I mean in the bedroom of course, you know… So just you know, I've done my homework!”

The funny mixture between bravado and insecurity he exudes is both hilarious and weirdly attractive. But what he says catches you off guard. He has gone around the whole house asking how to please you in bed? Asking literally everyone? You briefly imagine his conversations with your lovers, your friends, heck even your enemies in the house and feel some sudden shame. This is… rather embarrassing.

But that's a worry for later. You push that thought away as best as you can, determined to make the most of this night even though you are not sure what you have gotten yourself into. You take his hand in yours, feeling your heart pound in your chest.

“Come on, let's get comfy”, you say and lead him to your bed where you both sit down. Again, sophistication or patience are not his thing. He immediately grabs your face to pull you into a rambunctious kiss, bringing a smirk to your face. His eagerness is weirdly sexy. You feel like a goddess, extending her grace to a lucky mortal.

He kisses you in his sloppy manner and makes excited noises. He tastes like… toothpaste. Probably another recommendation by Barry whom you thank dearly in your thoughts.

Vaughn tries to undress you and you have no objections. He huffs and puffs whenever some piece of clothing does not come off easily and you help him gladly. It takes quite long though, because he often gets sidetracked by caressing your body through the fabric. His touches are needy but surprisingly erotic and gentle. He eagerly kisses your neck and reaches again and again for your nipples to tease them. This feels really great. All the way he is constantly alternating between cursing under his breath (“God dammit!... Why is this top so stubborn?) and mumbling how hot you are (“Haaah, you're so beautiful!... I'm so lucky!... Wouldn't have thought you'd take me. Hah you're so sexy!”).

His erratic but gentle and deliberate touches make for quite the experience. You're amazed that he knows so well in which spots you like to be touched and kissed. Until you remember his little interviews of course. He has seemingly really done his homework!

Soon you get impatient yourself, taking off your clothes till there are no layers of fabric denying him access to your skin anymore. Vaughn is completely speechless for a while, taking in your naked body. While he is leering at you he takes off his blazer and tie and rolls up his sleeves like he were preparing for an odd job of sorts.

Then he springs into action. He confidently opens the right cupboard on the nightstand, reaches into your special bag - and pulls out a rather dramatic form of Ben Hwa: your biggest dildo.

“Oh”, is all you can say, getting quite excited about his straightforwardness. He will not try to use the implement right away on you though, right?

He gives you no time to think about it. He just throws it and a bottle of lube on the bed next to you and himself onto your body. You kiss and make out again and his touches do even more magic on your naked skin. You try to caress him as well, but he seems laser-focused on putting you and your pleasure first. How incredibly sweet!

Your thoughts involuntarily wander to Hector observing you right now. What a strange sight the pair of you must make. Hopefully, an encouraging one of sorts.

When Vaughn positions himself between your legs with pure determination that quickly switches you back to the moment at hand.

Your lover makes no big song and dance about this but goes directly into going down on you - hard! He licks you ferociously and with something that can only be described as appetite. He seemingly really enjoys tasting you, not just for the sexyness of it but genuinely for the taste of your juices.

This sudden intensity presses you down into your mattress immediately, making you moan and whimper wildly. His sloppy, eager cunnilingus surely looks ridiculous but it is also gloriously effective. How is he so god damned good at this?!

“God, Vaughn, yes, yes!!”, you exclaim, nearing delirium real fast. Just as you think it can't get any more intense he grabs the dildo, lubes it up and then starts working on you with it as well, never neglecting your clit in the process.

“Fuck! God dammit!”, you exclaim, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all. He invades your vagina with the big thing, fucking you with twirling motions that make sure to reach your special spot. Too much, too much! - you wanna yell but at the same time you feel your treacherous, horny body opening up to him even more in a wild chase for pleasure. He quickly brings you to an orgasm so hard and deep it makes you scream and your whole body shake. You literally see stars for a while.

He truly is a man of his words it seems… It's almost unbelievable how good that was. The experience was nothing like you expected and leaves you quite shaken. Amazed as you are, you shower him with praise.

“Vaughn, this was amazing! You are sooo fucking good at this! I loved this! I had no idea you were such a good lover…”

He looks overjoyed and proud and laughs in his awkward way.

“I told ya I would rock your world you awfully sexy little thing! Now come here to me!”

He crawls up to your face to kiss you. The more you get used to his sloppy kisses the better they feel.

You need a while to catch your breath. All the while he is leering at you hornily and playing with your breasts. You imagine he must be really desperate for a release himself now.

“Vaughn, it's your turn now!”, you tell him sweetly. “Please take your clothes off.”

His eyes bulge like he were a cartoon character. He looks like he still can't believe this is really happening. Which is probably why he is wasting no time and undresses super quick before you can change your mind.

He lays down naked for you, looking really nervous. He is very sturdy and hairy. His dick is impressively… small. A pink nub barely protruding from his thick pubes, even though he is fully erect. His whole naked form looks quite cute actually.

Beneath the tons of perfume it is hard to make out his own scent. That is something you strangely miss right now. You start your mission of repaying him by stroking and kissing his chest. He presses himself towards your naked body, seeking the feeling of your naked skin.

“Hoooh, don't tease me dammit! I don't need no stupid foreplay, I'm ready, just give it to me already!”, he yells.

So you tenderly start to caress his small dick and balls. He squeaks arousedly. You jerk him with three fingers and watch him full of fascination writhe in lust. Soon the smell of his precum fills the air, making yourself rather horny again. Should you try to…? His dick is really small but the thought of him humping and fucking you is hot regardless.

You whisper into his ear: “I want you Vaughn! Please fuck me!”

Before you know it you have his hungry mouth upon yours again and he pushes you on your back with unimagined strength. He kneels straight between your legs and again does not delay anything but starts to fuck you right away.

He is very eager, very horny - and still so very small. He penetrates you with what little length he has, holding himself in position by grabbing your hips.

Even though he is far from filling you it feels quite good actually as his hairy belly tingles your clit just right. His desperate but mostly inefficient pushing into you with his thin, short dick is somehow hot, precisely because of how pathetic it is. He is so damned ugly-cute. If his size is rather ratlike his stamina is as well. It takes less than a minute until…

“HAAAH I’m gonna… HOH I’M GONNA…!”

You hear his voice turn into a shriek as he comes with his desperate little thrusts inside your vagina. While you can barely feel his dick that hardly matters. You enjoy that he enjoys himself.

Afterwards he is very much out of breath and lies down next to you looking at you like you are the most amazing being on the planet.

“You are so cute!”, you sigh because he absolutely looks adorable now, all flustered and with hearts in his eyes. Thankfully he does not take offense to you saying this but just smiles gladly.

“Wanna er… cuddle or somethin’?”, he proposes rather shyly and you open up your arms to him. The way his hot, hairy skin feels in your embrace you almost feel like you have a gigantic stuffed toy in your arms. One that fell into a pot of perfume that is.

Vaughn places some sweet little kisses on your face and something about his tenderness makes your heart flutter. This is incredibly special to the both of you and you are glad that you have found a way to his heart and invited him to your bed.

***

After you've parted for the night from him and prepared yourself to go to sleep you go to the AC in your bedroom and call out to your shy lover.

“Hector?”

“Hello, my love”, he greets you and his elegant hands come into view again.

“Hi darling! Did you… enjoy yourself tonight?”

“Yes, I did! This was… a real surprise to me…”

He sounds a bit hesitant, confused even.

“What you gave to me today was very unusual I daresay. When Vaughn came to me earlier today and requested… advice on how to please you I was unsure whether he spoke the truth that you had chosen him. But now that I have seen for myself how you enjoyed yourself I must admit that you discovered loveliness where I could not see it. Your capacity to love and to be loved is - quite literally - breathtaking.”

He sounds really intrigued. Maybe he wonders what that can tell him about your relationship with him?

“Thank you! You are right, I find him really lovely. Maybe he does not look like a model or speak like a prince charming. But he makes me laugh and… I don't know, he fills my heart with warmth in a way. There is so much more to attraction than just looks, you know.”

Hector sighs. You can almost hear him blushing and the gears in his head turning.

“Ah, I know what you are trying to do here with me. You want to teach me something and help me through my fears. Thank you! From the bottom of my heart, thank you. I don't think I will ever entirely get rid of my anxieties but… I know what you want to tell me. And it is deeply appreciated.”

A silence follows, only filled by unspoken desire and your own loud heartbeat. You can hear Hector breath heavily, clearly pondering whether to say what is on his mind. When he finally raises his voice again there is a longing in it that makes your own heart ache.

“Maybe I am going ahead of myself again but before I lose my courage let me now give you this promise. From the bottom of my heart, in the currents of deep felt emotion and with my whole body shaking like a helpless leaf in a thunderstorm I vow the following: one day I will come down from this dark, lonely vent and visit you in the flesh. And if you are still willing then I will touch you… kiss you… and come to your bed. And I shall hopefully please you the way you deserve.”

Dear God, this is all you ever wanted to hear… You can feel your heart melt for him. A sudden rush of longing and love flows through you, making it really hard not to just run to the attic and forsake this little game and instantly throw yourself into his arms!

“Oh Hector, of course I will be willing! Please be assured you can come to me anytime. I am ready for you and I will be waiting for you. You can't imagine how happy you are making me now…”

Hector sighs. His voice is heavy with conflicting emotions as he speaks. You know he does not have a high opinion of himself. But for you he has only the warmest and sincerest feelings.

“Oh my love… How wonderful you are. Your patience with me is really special. Maybe, one day I can repay you. Well, I am quite nervous now, terrified even to have promised this. But I must, no I will find my courage, for us, for you! There is a lot I have to think about now… Anyways, good night my love.”

“Good night, my sweet Hector”, you whisper in answer, feeling yourself falling even deeper for this troubled, mysterious man.

Chapter Text

This is not the game. This is a story. Your story.

You wonder if it might work. Could you maybe even meet the narrator - what you have always dreamed of - if you just… wish him into existence? Well, it is at least worth a try. You put on your dateviators, concentrate on his voice really hard… And there he is, just materializing in front of you as if it were nothing!

When you finally encounter the narrator he looks just like you have imagined him. A sweet, older gentleman wearing half-round Dumbledore-like glasses and a flannel shirt. He is a bit round in the middle and his hair is thinning (This is how you imagine me? Do I sound this unappealing? - Wait - Why do you look like you can hear my thoughts?!). *cough* But you do really like his warm and inviting energy. The familiar, velvety sound of his voice has always made you feel cozy and right at home.

You walk right up to him, opening your arms. Longing to finally embrace this mysterious man whose voice has given you so many romantic and erotic feelings. You notice him… blushing (What the hell is happening here?!).

The narrator grows more and more nervous and… well, entirely unsure whether he wants to narrate this. He… erm I…? I am quite confused. I am just… the narrator. None of all the more sexy, exciting options you have in your home. Why er… why would you come to me?

Y - To get to know you a little more. After all this time hearing your voice I was really curious what you were like.

X - You do know the title of this game, do you? They promised me I could date everything, so…

B - I don't really want to talk to you. But I guess I get good karma from hanging out with the elderly or whatever.

A - I need your help with the game settings. This annoying bug in my drawer makes me go crazy whenever I look at it!

Instead of choosing one of the four options you step right in front of me, staying silent. You look at me intensely. The fire and longing (?) in your gaze makes me dizzy, hopeful and quite nervous. Now that I am right in front of you there is no veil anymore separating us from our … desires.

You close the gap, laying one of your hands on my chest. And then you kiss me, just like that. You find me utterly surprised to be thus graced by your affection… but not at all unwilling. In fact, you discover that this undateable dateable has been seemingly longing for you, dreaming of you as much as you have in return. I welcome you in my arms and as you kiss me, you are surprised by how passionately I kiss you back. I… I'm sorry but I've… I've waited far too long for this. For you.

You feel me holding you tight and kissing you both gently and passionately, eager to finally touch and taste you. You hungrily invade my mouth with your tongue and run your fingers through my hair, over my back and down to my butt. You can feel me tremble a bit… my heart racing. But you find my insecurity and eagerness awfully sweet. You always loved to be worshipped by a man and this is what I gladly, wholeheartedly give to you. We are soon entangled in caressing and kissing one another without speaking a word.

Yet somehow, in your mind you are still able to hear my voice as we keep sinking into passion. So I can't resist telling you about my long hidden feelings for you…

When I was narrating all of your romantic and sexy adventures I secretly was so envious. Jealous even. To see you wooing all of these objects, trying to win their picky little hearts made my yearning for you almost unbearable. You can't imagine my anger about those who sent you on tiringly long quests or even rejected you. When I would have taken you in a heartbeat. You are just… so attentive and kind and witty, so lovely. And so incredibly beautiful. I would never have thought a woman like you would give me, the humble narrator, a chance.

While I pour out my heart like this you lead me to your bedroom and we (my god, this is really happening!) are one by one removing our clothes, kissing and caressing one another in the process. The feeling of skin unto skin, the sudden reality of this seemingly impossible encounter makes us both unimaginably happy.

We finally land on top of the bed, only wearing our underwear at this point. You hear my tender voice moaning into your ear as you stroke my bare, hairy chest. You can see that by now I am already… quite excited (oh how am I gonna survive narrating this?). You press your body onto mine. And you tease me, boldly pressing your vulva against my erection, only separated by the sparse fabrics of our underwear.

“Oh god”, you make me sigh, though I need not really say anything.

“Finally you are here with me”, you say at last, your eyes full of lust and longing.

“I've wanted you since the very beginning, you know?”

Your openness about your feelings makes you all the more beautiful.

“Really?”, I ask bewildered. The possibility that you could want me as well having never even crossed my mind before today.

“Yes! All of the time I was looking for you, hoping and wondering, whether I would find you. I had almost given up hope but now, here, in this story I have found you. You cannot imagine how much I want you”, you whisper into my ear. As if your body wanted to prove your point I can feel even through the fabric that you uh…oh… you're… you're soaking wet for me already. And… god I just want to sleep with you so badly now! My sentences from here on might be a bit… incoherent, I'm afraid.

You couldn't care less about the narrating quality of this story though. You take off your bra and your slip, granting me the sight of all your naked glory, making my member twitch with excitement (... and that you really have me narrate all this makes me blush even harder now). Speaking of hard things: my boner could be used to free a ship that's frozen into the ice of the arctic at this point…

I know, I know…well, you shouldn't expect anything Shakespearean from me right now. Anyways, I finally get rid of my underwear as well and er, well… we sort of make out once again. The feeling of your skin next to mine is so wonderful and arousing. I want to pleasure and indulge you badly now but I also… god I feel like a clumsy teenager when you are in my arms. I get quite nervous how I will perform, actually.

“Don't worry about a performance. I just want you inside of me!”, you say boldly. My body reacts with a rush of adrenaline as you say this, almost overtaking my mind. You mean you… we can just… even without foreplay?

“But we've had enough foreplay already, haven't we? A hundred objects long foreplay”, you say most seductively. And you're damned right: I cannot wait any longer!

I rub my tip against your soaking wet folds, making you moan and squirm with excitement and then I… finally… push inside of you ah! God you… you feel so good! Warm, hot, tight hah… I thrust and pull out and thrust and pull out and again and again and again… Your moaning and sighing is my instant reward. Oh you're so tight and wet and you're rolling your hips and your breasts… wiggle! And I hah…

Finito…

The ecstasy that has just come over me is hard to describe but you know it, you know what you have just made me do only a few minutes into our coupling. The only solace to my shame is that I know by now you don't mind a quickie too much and will probably see my overexcitement as something of a compliment. Yet I must assure you that that normally never happens to me! I promise I will be much, much better next time, darling! Please give me another chance to satisfy you!

You giggle as you hear my brooding and just kiss me sensually.

“I quite enjoyed this! And don't worry. Just take some time to recover and then we'll start all over again, ok?”, you say tenderly.

I realize that I will have you for the rest of the night, that you want me again and again. That is without a doubt the best thing that could have ever happened to me. I pull you into a passionate kiss as an answer. Then I lay you on your back confidently, pushing your legs apart and positioning my face right at the place where I've had my out of body experience just a minute ago.

You moan approvingly as you realize what I'm about to do. My dick can recover. But my tongue is always ready for you (as I have proven with countless hours of voice acting). Your sighs and screams as I go down on you have been definitely worth the wait…

We go on like this for quite some time. Now that my overbearing first lust is quenched I am all the way the experienced, giving lover that you imagined me to be. I can't give you a wrong impression of my capabilities after all.

Soon it is you who is quaking and sighing in lust, like warm wax that I work and mold with my fingers and lips. Soon you are melting in lust, letting yourself go. Witnessing your climax is nothing new to me. But me being the one who is giving it to you is. I feel the sheer ecstasy of finally, finally being the one who pleases you.

We go on and on discovering the things that we enjoy, making each other happy. There is something so very special about our connection. The novelty of our meeting is combined with the memory of many a shared intimate moment. I was there whenever you were romantically or sexually involved with someone in the last months, describing your feelings, your fears and desires, the sensations and experiences you've had. I feel like I know you right from underneath your skin. And everything that I do with you now is influenced by that knowledge.

When I am pushing inside you once again I see your gaze wandering off to that vent at the wall. Knowing what all of this is about I gently take your face into my hands, desperate to make you look at me instead of him.

“Don't! Please don't look at him!”, I beg of you vehemently, all of my jealousy and possessiveness suddenly rushing through me. I whisper in your ear, giving you goosebumps with the timbre of my passionate voice.

“Tonight I want you all for myself! You are mine now!”

I can't resist pushing into you hard, to prove my point. You moan deliciously as I take you harder now. You're definitely into this.

“You are mine now, say it!”, I whisper into your ear, feeling the thrill of it myself.

“Yes I am yours now!”, you sigh to my great delight. A mania comes over me and I want, I need you to say it again!

“Louder! Let him hear it!”

“I am yours!”, your voice rings through the room so satisfactorily. I'm pushing into you harder to reward you.

“I am yours!” - I imagine your heart falling for me as well as your body. My rhythm is getting faster.

“I am yours!”, you finally exclaim, puncturing my yearning heart, making me believe what I want to be true.

I want you on top of me now, so I roll on my back, pulling you with me. I want you to take me and claim me as well! And of course you do just that. Seeing and feeling you lower yourself onto me and myself pushing into you is oh… so… good!

Again I can't think… I just… push and thrust and feel and look at your body and at your face, your eyes fixed on me, me alone and I feel… euphoria…

The moments become endless and time feels meaningless with you.

Blissful silence is in me and the beauty of your heartbeat, your breath, your skin across my skin. When I have caught my breath and have somewhat recovered from my being so wonderfully taken by you I pull you into a tight embrace, seeking to be with you, just to be with you.

And you give yourself to me. Though I know it is just for tonight it does not feel like it. Here in this embrace, at this moment, in this story we are endless, our connection endless and nothing can ever take that away from me.

As you softly drift off into sleep I watch the contours of your slowly relaxing face. I reminisce full of thankfulness, writing this memory into my heart.

Chapter Text

When you awake the next morning the narrator is gone. You wonder for a moment, whether you have just dreamt your encounter with him. That is until you see the little note on your night stand.

‘To my sweet little lover who has made a humble voice actor more than happy: thank you my darling.
May you find everlasting joy. And maybe, when it pleases you, remember me.

Your Narrator’

It makes you smile wistfully, reveling in the memories of the bygone nights. All these experiences have been so intense, so very special in their own way.

Yet there is still someone else you seek. The narrator has purposefully made you neglect him last night, jealously wanting you all for himself. But you have of course not forgotten your sweet Hector.

So you go to the AC to speak with him. His hands appear even before you have called out for him as though he has just waited and hoped for you to approach him.

“Good morning my Hector! How are you?”, you ask warmly.

“I'm fine. Ah, more than that. I'm very glad that you came to me. Relieved to be honest. You seemed to be really enjoying yourself yesterday…”

There is just a little hint of jealousy in his voice, which has never happened before. You feel a sudden surge of guilt rushing through you. The way you called out that you belonged to the narrator in the heat of the moment has left its mark it seems.

“Please don't worry! I could never forget you! I promised him that I belonged to him for one night. Not more. But I hope you know that you are the one I long for the most. That has not changed.”

Hector sighs heavily. He is silent for a few moments but the tension is palpable.

“Thank you my love for your patience with me… I feared for a while that I had lost you because of my anxiety. Can you imagine the irony? Losing you because of my fear of losing you... I can not go on like that! It is not fair to you and not healthy for me. Better to risk disappointing you than to hurt us both in this way I think. I am frightened but… I am ready now. I want to be with you, truly and fully and not let my fear win anymore!”

Your heart races as you hear this. All you have longed for is finally in reach. You are tempted to just run to him in the attic right away and pull him into your arms to finally take him. But you know better than that. You have thought about this often and you're sure that would not be the right way for your fearful lover. You guess that he needs smaller steps. You take a deep breath before you speak.

“Oh Hector! How wonderful! That makes me so happy! You don't have to worry about anything. It will all be just fine. How about we have dinner tonight?”

“Dinner?”

“Yes, I could cook something for us and we could just… talk, you know, and see where things are going from there.”

“Oh! Oh that's… a lovely idea actually. Yes I would like that very much!”, he says, sounding relieved. It makes you happy as well, feeling that you have done the right thing. You are starting to feel nervous already.

***

You have agreed to meet in the kitchen at 7 p.m. You are getting a bit stressed to be honest as the cooking goes much slower than you thought it would.

Soon you hear his footsteps on the stairs. You make sure nothing can burn on the stove in the next few minutes and rush to greet him.

Hector gingerly steps into the kitchen. He looks really cute and sweet. A nervous smile and a deep blush are on his face. His black curls are shining and he does not wear his uniform but something that looks like an inner layer of his outfit: a dark grey sweatshirt and trousers. It is like he has put down his armour!

“Hey…”, you say, a bit speechless from all of the emotions in the air.

He joins you shyly but seemingly determined to overcome his fears. He takes some steps towards you, coming really close to you. And it is he who takes your hands and gives you a sweet, little kiss on your lips. This already lights fireworks within your system, reigniting your pining and sparking anticipation. He looks so incredibly excited and anxious and also like something in him just wants to run away again. But he visibly fights it, staying where he is.

“Hello, my love”, he murmurs, looking at you like you are the most wonderful being in the world. It makes your heart flutter and just look at him lovingly.

“So erm, is there anything I can do to help you?”, he asks nervously.

“Oh erm…”, you look behind you to the chaos on the countertop. Actually you could need some help right now.

“Y-yes, actually you could help me with cutting the vegetables! I always tend to forget how time consuming that is.”

Hector seems very pleased that he can do something to assist you and soon the both of you go to work. You glance at him from time to time while you're cooking, watching the skillful movements of his beautiful hands. Doing these simple tasks seems to calm him. His face is getting more relaxed and handsome than you have ever seen it. Does he look like this all the time when he secretly and reliably adjusts the temperature for you?

Your conversation turns to the activity at hand: cooking. He surprisingly knows a lot about it. To spice up the curry the two of you are cooking he suggests adding some lime juice. When you try that it really brings out the flavours marvelously.

“Uuh I never would have thought about this combination but it totally works!”, you praise him excitedly, making him smile brightly.

“Well I've always had a passion for cooking actually. The multitude of different aromas that air can carry has always fascinated me. There is so much more to enjoyable air than just temperature”, he explains. The quiet passion he shows for this topic is quite endearing. Like in everything he seems to go about it with devotion.

When you are finally done and the wonderful smell of the curry fills the air you both take a seat at your table and start enjoying your home cooked meal. The fact that it was cooked by the both of you and that you are in Hectors’ presence right now makes it taste even better.

You talk about different foods and where they come from. Soon the conversation turns to the countries you'd like to visit one day. His choice is rather surprising.

“Norway.”

“Norway, really?! Why?”

“Well, I can hardly imagine a place this cold, where almost no one has an AC in their house. That sounds so… I don't know, exotic.”

That makes you giggle. You've never seen it that way but it makes sense.

During your conversation he becomes more and more relaxed by the minute and you are winding down as well. The tension of where all this might lead to is slowly wearing off and replaced by the happiness of just being here, together.

When the dinner slowly comes to an end you suggest going over to Rainey and listening to some music together. Hector loves the idea, seemingly enjoying himself as well in your company.

“Lets see…”, you say as you go through your records. “Oh how about some Latin music! That always gets me into a vacation mood.”

He nods approvingly and you play the record. Some rousing Salsa music fills the air, making it almost impossible to stand still.

“May I have this dance?”, he asks, holding out his hand to you in a surprisingly confident manner. He even has a cheeky little smile on his face.

You are positively stunned. Your Hector, a dancer? What a surprise! And what a pleasant one at that…

“Oh… sure!”, you say and take his hand now, suddenly a bit insecure yourself.

He gently takes your hands in his. This sudden closeness makes your heart skip a beat.

“Do you know how to dance Salsa?”, he asks.

“Oh erm…”. You recall having learned the steps at a dance class you attended ages ago but the memory is not quite there yet.

“Don't worry, I'll show you”, he calmly says and goes about showing you how it's done. Hector is both patient and encouraging, easing your own awkwardness by having complete confidence in you. He shows you the basic steps and your memories thankfully return, making him praise your talent eagerly. Soon he is turning you around a bit which makes you giggle.

You embarrassingly step on his feet a few times, frantically apologizing, but he just laughs it away and reassures you quickly. He makes it all feel so easy. Even though you are far from perfect in this you feel like you can just let go, have fun and let yourself be held by him.

He truly is a wonderful dancer. Not wild but sensitive and attentive. He leads you confidently. On one level it surprises you, but on another it makes perfect sense. This is one of his many, wonderful sides that you are discovering. And the more you discover of him the more you feel yourself falling for him.

A few songs later, once the live audience on the record applauds again you both take a break, a bit exhausted at this point with your arms still around one another. He leans in and closes the embrace a little more and you snuggle up to him tightly. He smells so good, so alluring. You wish this would never end.

As you look up into his eyes again you find the same sentiment in them. A warmth and intimacy that just makes you smile. It feels like magnetism at this moment. An unseen force makes the both of you sink into a playful, light kiss. For the first time when he kisses you he is not nervous but happy, even smiling in answer to your smile. You feel encouraged and begin placing more playful little kisses on his lips that he soon reciprocates with tender kisses himself. It all feels so natural. You just let yourself sink into his arms more as your kiss slowly intensifies. Time itself seems to stand still for a while as you finally really feel him closely and taste him. Your bodies connecting effortlessly. You don't know why you know it but this, this right here is how it's meant to be. It just feels… right. More than anything before.

After a while you notice the record crackling instead of playing music as it's come to the end. You look deeply into Hector's eyes and feel this sweet longing for him again, but stronger this time and more hopeful than ever.

“Would you like to go upstairs with me?”, you whisper, hoping it with all your being.

“Yes”, he says wholeheartedly, without any hesitation. Yes, yes, yes! Your knees are suddenly feeling wobbly and you feel rather dizzy though you did not have a drop of alcohol. But the thought that this is really happening right now is hard to fathom in a way.

You switch off the record player. Then you take his hand and lead him up the stairs. You feel like you are walking in a dream. A bit slowly while something in you still fears that he might change his mind and run away.

When you are in your bedroom and hug Hector once again you are relieved that he holds you tightly as well. You resume kissing him and suddenly he becomes more and more passionate in his actions himself. A hot, warm feeling sinks into your stomach. Kissing Hector feels different than all the others before. More exciting, more important than anything before.

You finally start undressing yourself and he gladly helps you to pull your shirt over your head. His warm, smooth hands roam over your body sensitively and cause all kinds of hot pleasure on your skin. You realize how much you've yearned for this, for him. His tentative exploration of your body is all devotion, love and admiration. When you're in nothing but your underwear you are quite desperate for the sensation of his naked skin as well. Soon you begin tugging at his sweatshirt questioningly.

He shortly seems to get into his own head again, looking all anxious and freezing up a little as your gestures suggest for him to get undressed as well. You're suddenly afraid that you overstepped a boundary too quickly.

But his hesitation only lingers for a moment. He still looks afraid but determined to confront his fears.

“Ok then”, he quietly says and shily but quickly removes his clothes. He gets more nervous with every item of clothing he removes from his body. With less and less to hide who he really is. Until he stands before you in nothing but his dark grey underwear. He dares not to look at you now, looking deeply ashamed.

When you look at his unclothed body he strikes you as incredibly - normal. He looks alright, cute to you even, but neither astonishingly handsome nor unattractive either. He has a bit of a slumped posture and a little belly. Apart from that he looks quite firm and strong. You know how very hard it must be for him to let you see him like that so you immediately rush to him and gently place a hand on his cheek to make him look at you, exuding nothing but fondness.

“Hector…”, you begin, trying to calm him down but your scared lover already starts apologizing.

“I'm sorry that I … No, sorry!... Please forgive me…”

You're not sure but he sounds like he wants to apologize for his looks, then apologizes for apologizing and then just generally for making a mess out of this. The poor soul does not seem to have a clue how very cute his insecurity makes him to you.

“Don't worry, darling! I love you!”, you say, kissing his mouth, trying to get him out of his head again.

“I love you”, you repeat sighing, feeling the butterflies in your belly as you pull him into your very first skin on skin embrace. The warmth and tenderness this makes you feel is so wonderful. You just want to make him happy, to take all his fears away and replace them with absolute joy.

“I love you, just as you are”, you whisper into his ear and feel a shudder run through his whole body, his wildly beating heart pounding against your chest. After a few moments he moves to look into your eyes again, something like fading fear still in his gaze but also a deep, overwhelming happiness, as he finally seems to have understood.

“My love, how lucky I am, how incredibly lucky to have you. Thank you… for accepting me.”

“Not just accepting you Hector. I love you with all my heart and I will do everything in my power to show you that.”

“To think I could ever be this happy! Now come here, my love! Let me make love to you.”

His sudden forwardness is a very welcome surprise. Hector is full of worship and devotion. And so very full of passion! You finally sink into the sweet nothingness of touch, into the holy conversation of your bodies that speaks a most palpable truth.

And now that he has finally overcome a big part of his fears he is much more confident than you thought he would ever be.

Soon he is taking off the rest of your and his clothing with swift movements and guiding you onto your bed, taking the lead. You only get a short, curious look of his handsome dick and balls before the two of you land on the bed, entangled in a tight embrace.

“Oh Hector!”, you moan, surprised and pleased.

“My love you can't imagine how much I've wanted this! You in my hands, finally mine to please, mine to feel!”

You imagine how he has watched you again and again having sex with others. He must have fantasized about sleeping with you so often that it is immeasurable to count.

“Will you allow me to take the lead?”, he asks with a husky voice.

“Yes!”, you say eagerly, surrendering yourself immediately to him.

This is all he wanted to hear. He starts kissing and touching you in a surprisingly restrained manner for someone who has longed for you this long. His long, gentle hands roam over your nude body worshipful and slowly, teasingly light when it comes to the regions you want him to touch the most.

You feel like an instrument in his hands now, while he is an artist with a clear vision. All he does gives you the feeling that he knows very well how he wants to take you. This notion that he has a plan for you in mind, carefully crafted through countless hours thinking about how to please you best makes you shiver with excitement.

He is fully concentrated on pleasing you and giving you utmost enjoyment, going about it slowly and deliberately. Exploring every inch of your skin with reverence. Sometimes teasingly tender, sometimes shockingly harsh. He laughs softly when he hears your moans and sighs. Sometimes you try to caress him back but he seemingly does not want that.

When you again try to stroke his chest he finally stops you by suddenly pressing your hands down onto the mattress. The gentle yet firm way he holds your wrists down feels entirely unexpected by him - but not at all unwelcome.

“No, my love, I want to fully turn my attention to you! Please just enjoy yourself.”

As you nod submissively, still under him, your hands still assertively restrained by his strong grip he watches you carefully, not letting go.

“You like this, don't you?”

“Mh mh”, you make and nod, feeling a hot wave of excitement rushing through you. Hectors’ eyes light up. He seems very pleased about this. He then lets go shortly and reaches for the drawer of your nightstand. He retrieves the pink hand-cuffs that lay in there, almost forgotten by you. His gaze stays serious as he talks to you again.

“Would you be ok with us using this tonight my love? I assure you I will let you out immediately when you say so. I do not intend to hurt you in any way. I just want to pleasure you and be the one in control. But I can do it without this as well if you prefer that.”

Your sweet Hector, ever the gentleman, has finally told you something more about his desires but without putting any pressures on you. You wholeheartedly trust him and genuinely love the idea of being helpless and worshipped in his hands.

“Oh Hector, yes! Please take me like this. I am fully and truly yours!”

The love and desire that you see in his eyes now are making you feel all kinds of hot and wonderful. Your body fills with arousal, your heart pounds, you're nervous in the best possible way.

His movements are both skillful and gentle as he cuffs your hands to the top of the bed. You're lying under him, naked, exposed, accessible, his for the taking. That fact alone already makes you wet. His hands tenderly caress your breasts in an almost lazy kind of way. His face stays earnest and calm with just the slightest expression of satisfaction to finally have you the way he wants you. He watches your reactions closely as he gently strokes your nipples and places diligent little kisses on your breasts.

You feel like an open book that's studied by a most enthusiastic and maybe a bit too religiously invested student. He identifies your erogenous zones very effectively and focuses on them, not at all limiting himself to your breasts but exploring your reactions as he stimulates your collarbones, ears and ribs. He goes about all this incredibly calmly, making you appreciate his immense patience and dedication.

He has you all worked up rather quickly. Even though his attentions have yet to wander south your navel you feel incredibly aroused already.

“Oh Hector, this is so good… please, more!”, you sigh.

He chuckles a bit. Hearing you begging for more of him seems to be very satisfactory for him indeed.

“Now I have you where I want you tonight! And I intend to keep you here for quite a long time. I know it is hard. But will you allow me to keep this really slowly with you? I want to give you utmost enjoyment. Let us not burn out your desire early but stoke it with a strong breeze. Will you allow me to do that?”

It is an offer that is hard to refuse. Again the way he takes the lead makes it so easy to surrender. Your need to give yourself to him fully is perfectly satisfied this way.

“Yes, take me just the way you want to. I am yours”, you sigh and close your eyes. And he goes on to please you exactly how he wants to. His hands gently, oh so gently caress your sides, your hips, your arms, adding just the right amount of pressure to the lightness. He kisses those closed eyes of yours, your face and ears, your neck and bosom. You prepare yourself for much much more of this kind of lovemaking. Slow, sensual, strong, devoted. You know he wants to keep you this aroused for a veeery long time, playing with you to maximize the pleasure he can give to you. Soon your body adapts to his slow pace and feels the intensity in his skillful and strong touches. You try not to think too much about what you want next but to focus on every sensation that he gives to you, savoring it and valuing his loving attention to you.

And by god is he good at this!

After quite some time Hector kisses his way down your collarbone and chest, leaving trails of burning lust wherever his lips touch you. His tongue shortly teases your nipples before he moves down to your belly, sprinkling it with many kisses. You can feel your excited heartbeat in your belly, your lower body filling with hot yearning for him. Still he takes his sweet time, going over to massaging your legs and feet next. The way he rubs your calves and feet feels actually amazing! It is like he just knows what might feel great for you and is a master of getting the subtlest changes in your body language.

When he finally reaches your upper legs, your behind and your thighs you gasp from these stimulations alone. His soft touch makes you feel tingling electricity all through your thighs and buttocks and up to your center. He then adds little kisses to your thighs as well increasing your yearning tenfold.

You begin to sigh his name and how good he makes you feel. Your eyes tightly shut you only concentrate on the soft burn of his fingertips against your skin and the tingle and excitement caused by his velvety lips and beard stubble teasing you. When he finally, finally places a single kiss on your outer lips you arch your back and moan loudly in excitement. You can feel the hum of his quiet laughter vibrating against your tender skin.

God this is torturous! God this is so good!

“Please Hector! Give me more… please!”, you beg a bit bashful, being desperately horny by now.

Thankfully he agrees that the moment has come to take this to the next level.

“Anything for you my love”, he answers and finally begins to give you more. He kisses your outer lips sensually again and again, till he finally lets his tongue stroll lavishly slowly through your slit from below up to your most sensitive center of nerve endings that he ever so gently circles with his tongue and kisses with his lips. He is still going slowly and carefully. Always mindful to support you so that your position is comfortable, gently touching and caressing your behind and your loins with his hands. And his tongue and mouth - by god - worship you like you have never been before.

His patience reassures you that you can take your time as well. You can feel that he won't tire any time soon. You can just focus on the feeling of his tongue diligently licking out your folds and sensually circling and pressing your clit. Naturally you're already overflowing with juices at this point, more than ready for the taking. Each and every moan you give him a reward and a director in his actions. He kisses and suckles your pearl diligently, making sure never to abandon his service to her.

All of this makes you so incredibly sensitive and horny. Your whole body is filled with tension. From your cuffed hands down to your feet your body writhes in arousal. You hardly ever felt this needy before.

Finally you feel him entering your vagina with a single finger. He starts penetrating you with it very slowly, again forcing you to focus on the sensation in itself instead of thinking about the more that you want. And this here and now, this licking of your clit and slow fucking with a finger feels already amazing.

You moan loudly and freely now. Strangely, being so fully in his hands makes you feel incredibly liberated. There is nothing you must do, no multi-tasking needed on your part. The role you are assigned to now is the one of a receiver of pleasure. Your only purpose now is to give in and let go. And that is just what you do.

You writhe in desperate enjoyment, feeling your pelvic floor clenching with arousal. You begin to circle your hips ever so slightly and he reacts by suckling on your clit a little bit harder and adding another finger to his endeavor. He confidently and dependably hits your G-spot again and again. His skill and care for you are making you fully relax into everything that he is doing. You feel a degree of trust and connection to him that makes ascending the stairs of your arousal incredibly easy.

Up and up and up he pushes you and you climb every step with him with the circling of your hips and the tightening of your pelvis, drawing his fingers in with the strong muscles of your vagina. You hear yourself scream a millisecond before you realize that you are coming. It feels like a looong, high wave and you are thrust back and forth in it, drowning in lust, held steady by Hector's strong, firm grip who both stokes and receives your waves with unwavering devotion, making sure to maximise your enjoyment with every confident flicker of his tongue, every deliberate pressure on the inside of you.

You're helpless, you're lost, you're ecstatic, you're shaking, you're exploding and imploding and riding, riding, riding each satisfactory wave that comes and there come so many of them that you lose your sense of time. The waves and knots inside of you finally dissolve into a powerful release that washes over you with vigor.

When your body finally calms down you're still all hot and tingly from your neck down to your toes. You catch your breath. Dear god… dear god this was pure heaven!

“Hector, oh god, Hector”, you moan and whimper, carrying his name on your lips like a prayer.

He is still unwaveringly doing his thing with you. Your arousal is still very high, your body is still very ready and willing for him and if there ever was a man who wanted to give you orgasm after orgasm it is this man. One moment you are not sure if you are still able and willing to go through such intensity again right now, the next you are already feeling you are climbing the stairs of arousal again with him and all you can do is beg of him not to stop.

Of course he does not stop.

This attitude of his, this combination of assertive dominance and most devoted service is maddeningly hot. You feel like you want to bind this man to you, hold him tight and never let go of him. - And you badly want him to fuck you!

Your second orgasm of the night comes over you violently, making your movements even more erratic. The worry rushes through you that you might even hurt your poor Hector. But he is strong and holds you down in the position he needs you in to please you. As the ecstasy explodes in you you call out his name again and again, seeing stars.

And afterwards - he is still licking and fingering you, confidently chasing your third high - you struggle to voice your desire.

“Hector, please, fuck me!... I want you in me… now… please!”, you beg. You can feel a shudder go through his body as he hears this. He is just a man after all. Surely he must want this as well?

As if in answer he finally withdraws his mouth of you, careful to keep fingering you with one hand.

“Really, you want me to…?”

“Yes!! I need you in me, please!”, you beg of him and can see excitement, passion and just a hint of nervousness blossoming in his red face.

“Everything you desire my love”, he says and moves to come into position, careful to still go on rubbing you. You can see his fully erect dick now, handsome and dark and glistening with precum. You marvel how he has stayed this calm in his actions all this time when his body clearly shows that he must be mad with horniness by now. It's a very pretty, yummy dick, somewhat on the smaller side but surely more than enough to please you.

Hector takes in the sight of you lying exposed and more than ready for him below him, his eyes aflame with lust. His thumb stays where it is rubbing your clit while he guides his tip with the other hand. As he teases your entrance you moan rather loudly in anticipation. You want him so so much. Finally he pushes inside you, groaning loudly and losing a lot of his cool.

“Oh God!! Oh dear God!!”, he exclaims, completely overcome by the feeling and the reality that he is finally inside you now. After all this waiting it feels incredibly good to be finally filled by him and connected so intimately. You feel your sensitized vagina tightening around him. It's like your body never wants to let go of him as well.

Your patience by now is truly spent. You circle your hips full of horniness, wanting him to just take you hard now. When he starts pushing into you you spur him on with all your might.

“Yes! Please! Take me! Harder!”, you beg, gripping your handcuffs in desperation. And he can never resist your begging. He goes in deeper and harder every time, still trying his best to be the most exceptional lover you ever had by even doing that with sophistication. But soon he cannot control himself any longer. He finally fucks you hard, deep, fast, his own body chasing release desperately whilst sending waves of hot arousal through your whole body. He rapidly drives you into your next orgasm and the spasms of your pussy finally make him come god damned hard too. He releases inside your twitching walls moaning loudly in overwhelming satisfaction. He rides out his orgasm in you quite a long time, his body duly making sure to fill you to the brim with his hot cum. It feels like this has really and truly been overdue.

Your own satisfaction mingles with the second hand satisfaction you feel from witnessing his release. It is a total thing of beauty. It makes you want to make him feel this again and again.

When his orgasm is finally over he collapses on top of you, having just seen heaven as well.

“I love you!”, he mumbles into your chest, making your heart flutter.

“Please let me hug you!”, you plead and despite his exhaustion his hands are incredibly quickly freeing you from the handcuffs. Now that your hands are free you finally take him into your arms and caress his back and arms as he just lays on top of you for a while. He is still inside you, half hard. You too don't have any desire to break your connection. This here, this is it. This is where you belong and where he belongs. And you never want to let him go again.

When he finally retreats from within you the both of you still want to stay as close as possible, holding each other and reveling in this feeling. You breathe in Hector's scent, feeling your love for him growing with every moment.

“This was so wonderful… You are so wonderful”, you sigh into your embrace.

“Yes? You liked it?”, he asks shily.

That he even has the slightest doubts about this leaves you rather shocked.

“Hector, are you kidding me? You were fucking amazing! I've never felt anything like this! This was so intense! It was… it was like you knew exactly what to do to make me feel total bliss.”

He smiles, still a bit awkwardly but also proud.

“Good, that was my goal”, he sighs, relieved. He visibly relaxes a little bit more, having proven his fears wrong.

The two of you cuddle for a while, exchanging kisses and compliments, enjoying your company. Soon you notice him going hard again. The way he obviously desires you excites you as well. And you feel a bit like you owe him.

“Are you in the mood again?”, you ask flirtaciously.

The way he blushes is really sweet to look at.

“Y-yes, I mean if... if you don't mind, of course.”

His courteousness makes you giggle. He really is the perfect gentleman, isn't he?

“Don't worry, I'd love to! Just maybe… a bit different this time? I would like to please you now. Would you like that?”

You've never had a man say no to such a request but Hector seems seriously hesitant.

“Oh you want to… I… maybe I could like that? I don't know. B-but you don't need to please me specially, pleasing you is all that matters to me.”

It moves you and kind of makes you sad that he cares so little about himself.

“But your pleasure matters to me Hector! I would like to give you something special. You deserve it as well, my love.”

He hesitates for another moment, then he finally nods.

You gleefully go to work. It is your time now to stroke and kiss his body while he just marvels at you, taking in the sight of you pleasuring him. He looks both ashamed and amazed to be at the center of your attention. You caress his chest and his arms and kiss him wherever you like, trying to dispel his self consciousness. His body feels hot and tense beneath you and he is visibly holding back caressing you too much in return to fulfill your wish.

You ask him several times whether he likes what you are doing but that seems hard for him to answer. He seems unsure what exactly he likes and at the same time gets excited about almost everything you do to him.

When you finally switch your attention to his once more hardened dick his movements and breathing get rather erratical. You take his handsome member into your hands and place sloppy little kisses on it to begin with. That alone is enough to make him fully hard. A satisfied grin takes hold of your face. Pleasing him might be rather easy. To your surprise his voice sounds quite panicked, when he asks:

“Do you really want to do this? - You don't need to!”

You look up to him to find a very conflicted expression on his face. Clearly torn between his horniness and the feeling that he does not deserve to be served by you in this way.

“Don't worry Hector, I really enjoy doing this to you. It is alright, just relax”, you say seductively. “Please enjoy yourself”, you go on to say with your sexiest voice, pressing most convincing little kisses on his sensitive skin. He moans loudly, quickly losing his self control under these circumstances, surrendering himself to you. And this is exactly what you want.

You begin stroking him and focus on his glans, circling his sensitive tip with your tongue. That makes him involuntarily push upwards and sighing desperately already. God, this is going to be quick! You hurry fetching the lube from your nightstand, a bit anxious he might get into his head again if you give him too much time for second thoughts. But he already seems a bit beyond all this now.

You quickly and generously disperse the lube between your hands, then go into stroking him once again. The intensity of your slippery, tight strokes seems to hit him hard and makes him squirm even more helplessly in your hands. You lick away the little drops of precum that appear on his tip like tokens of your success. You finally take him into your mouth and suck him, while you massage his stem and balls.

He moans your name again and again and buries his fingers in your hair. Never pulling or adding any pressure, even in this state being careful not to harm you in any way. To have your sweet little stalker in your hands so fully now feels incredibly good. You try to give him the best blowjob you have ever given, mindful that his release seems to be close and that he needs it intense right now. Soon you feel his whole body tense up, jerking and writhing under your ministrations.

“Please, I - ”, he tries to warn you but then he already comes hard, moaning loudly and pushing upwards, filling your throat with his hot cum, making you swallow quite a lot of it while you diligently go on sucking him to fulfil his every need. His intense orgasm and the fact that you made him feel this way makes you feel quite satisfied yourself.

While he finally relaxes after his much needed, intense release you keep kissing his member lightly and go on gently stroking his belly and thighs, glad to be able to show him your appreciation. After a while he gently pulls you up to him to embrace and kiss you hungrily despite the traces his pleasure has left on your face and in your mouth. He holds you tightly now, like he never wants to let go of you again.

“I love you”, he sighs ardently, caressing and kissing you with utmost affection.

“I love you too”, you say in answer as you look into his beautiful dark eyes once again.

You feel that in this moment, in his arms you are fully and truly happy. And you know that he feels the same.