Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

A Therapist's Plaything (RoleplayMaster x Celebstars)

RoleplayMaster

RoleplayMaster

Supernova
Joined
Jun 26, 2013
Location
Australia
Curtis was a young man of 31, experienced in his field of psychology. He loved people, and loved figuring how people think. By simply observing, you could learn so much about someone, from what they like, to what makes them 'tick'. This is why the man sought the job of a therapist, wanting to help people with their problems. It was always fun to see someone new walk through the door, with their own unique problems.

He had been a therapist for eleven years, and has had clientele of many varieties. But it was not until recently that he ever had a celebrity on his couch. He was just a simple therapist, with a very simple practice. Apparently this was why he was chosen - so that is was less likely that his client would be discovered.

Daisy Ridley was his newest client, and a very new celebrity. This woman was cast in one of the largest film franchises in the world: Star Wars. As a new person in the large world of Hollywood, Daisy felt small in a world filled with big people, which is why she had come to Curtis for help. From what Curtis had gathered, she had received so much good and bad feedback, she had no clue how she should respond.

Today was a warm Monday afternoon, 1:29pm. In a few moments, he would hear Daisy's knock on his door, then she would take five steps into the room and slide into the couch in front of him. She seemed to enjoy 'routine', maybe with an ounce of OCD in her. Just as the thought went through his mind, he heard a quick three knocks on the door. "Come in, Daisy" The man said, a slightly amused tone in his voice which he tried to hide. Therapists were meant to be emotionless, as with every client, every emotion could be taken in the wrong way. You had to tread carefully or else risk offending them.
 
The three knocks were as precise as ever. Time: 1:30pm, no second later. Hearing the man's voice, Daisy entered the room, closing the door behind her. She was a well dressed female, always dressing elegantly when she was out and today was no different. A maroon coloured sweater with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows occupied her upper body on top of a white shirt with the collar showing around her neck. Below, a very simple loose fitting skirt hung down to her knees with leggings on underneath. Both were black and worked remarkably well with her black sneakers. "Hey" she waved, her hand going up before straight back down to her side. Five steps in and she was on the sofa. Both hands rested on her ass and ran down her legs so the skirt wouldn't be creased as she slid on to the leather sofa and sat down at the far corner.

Arms in her lap, she crossed her leg over exposing a little of her thigh which looked the more appealing in the tight leggings than if it was bare. The new star had her hair a little curly and wavy, it was shoulder length and had a glimmer to it. She obviously showered for today's meeting then.

"Thanks for seeing me again" she said, her lips coated in a light red lipstick.
 
Curtis hid a smile as Daisy entered the room in a predictable fashion, watching as she moved to the couch. The angle of his seat was in front and to the right of Daisy, so he had a good view as she flattened her clothing over her butt. It was times like these that he wished that he sat behind her, as sometimes his thoughts would run away from him, making him grow more aroused every minute. Thankfully if she looked at him for whatever reason, his clipboard would hide anything 'naughty'. Even as she laid down, he could begin to imagine what was up her skirt, but since he did not sit so far down from her body, he had no chance of looking up there.

"Of course I would see you again. Not only is it in my job description to help everyone, but you are the highlight of my week." It was a compliment he gave most his clientele, but he found himself meaning those words a bit more with the girl in front of him. She was definitely good to look at, and from what he had heard of her past, she seemed a bit gullible. Perhaps he might use that to his advantage, and make these lessons more interesting.

"So Daisy, why are you here this week? Do you still have troubles with your fame, or as a new issue come to light?" The man enquired. Whenever she spoke, his eyes would observe her face. It was partially to dissect her facial expressions to find what she really meant (and that was the reason he gave her), but it was also because he wanted to watch her beautiful face and imagine what she could do with it. The red lipstick she wore today fuelled fantasies of blowjobs with lipstick stains around the skin of his erect cock.

Curtis could feel the clipboard begin to raise...
 
The girl proceeded to lay down on the sofa, her head now closest to the door with her feet up on the arm at the opposite side. She did take off her shoes, she was polite like that, not wanting to scuff up the leather material. At the present time, Daisy was staring up at the ceiling, her hands were on her stomach and they displayed her finger nails which were painted black. They stood out against the milky pale skin she had.

"The highlight of your week? Because I am famous now?" The girl responded, it felt weird to talk about her fame, but it was one of the many reasons she was here.

"I'm here to talk, just spill, open up. I can't get used to the limelight on me. I have people following me in the street, photographers watching me shop. Sometimes I can't cope with it. I am getting a lot of fan mail sent to my agent to. Well my management company. I then take it home to read. Sometimes my mum helps with it."

The girl could be a chatterbox, speaking a while without so much taking a breath. Little did she know he was in his own world fantasizing about her mouth.
 
Curtis knew he had to be careful with his words, as anything he said could be the trigger to offend his client. In Daisy's case, it seemed that compliments were a bad idea, so the man quickly began to backtrack. "No, of course not. I treat you the exact same as everyone else I look after. I enjoy your visits because you give detailed insight into your current issues, as opposed to others who need a bit of prodding to find out what is wrong. You make these sessions easier and more enjoyable, therefore making them a highlight." The man explained.

Today's issue seemed to be coping with public appearances and fan mail. A fairly easy topic to handle, but how he chose to get her to handle it would be a fun little game he would silently play by himself. As he listened to her speak, the many different ideas playing through his head distracted him a little from her actual words, but he still got the general gist of what was said. Finally, he decided to give a mix of both helpful and unhelpful tasks in order to remain calm in those situations.

"What you are speaking about is a very common occurrence for people with your career. First of all, you may choose to try and get away from the source of the problem. If you have trouble with photographers when you are shopping, consider wearing clothes that conceal your identity. Hooded jumpers, hats, sunglasses.. items like that. This will make you seem as if you are an unimportant person and easily dismissable, therefore it will be harder for your identity to be known." The man suggested. "As for fan mail, you already have a good idea with the filtering through your management. Simply ask for someone to only bring you the positive messages, if that will help you cope. Or even just ask not to have the messages at all, if you wish to seem like a normal person." Curtis was careful to only use words describing her that she had previously used to describe herself, such as 'unimportant', 'normal', and other names.

"Finally, if you find that you do not want to take those measures, then you will want to try calming yourself somehow. I would suggest yoga or any other physical exercise. Yoga and stretches would help you as you can do that privately in your home, though you might want to try doing it in the car before and after you go shopping, so if the event occurs, you are not as bothered by it. I would also advise wearing lighter clothes if you decide on this technique, as thicker clothes and more layers restrains movement."

As the man spoke, he was writing notes on what he was telling her, so he could refer back to it at a later time if necessary. In the corner of his paper was a rather crude drawing of Daisy with a penis in her mouth, and a bulge in her throat where the penis rested. Thankfully the papers he wrote on were never seen by anyone else, so he would never get into any trouble.

After the suggestions were made, he remained silent. He waited to see her reactions to what she was recommended, as well as to see if she had any other issues she had to deal with in today's appointment.
 
"Wearing disguises doesn't help, not when they are camped outside your home." Turning her face to him, she looked at the man seated in his fine chair. Being from a certain area in London, Daisy had to get used to a different type of company, proper people, who dressed smartly and spoke correctly. She grew up with youths and gang members, Star Wars was a lucky break for her.

"I try to respond to all mail, even the negative ones. Some aren't that bad. Some just give me advice on things, others are....well others are just creepy, let's just leave that there." Her hands lifted up from her stomach to show her palms, like she was saying stop.

"Yoga? I would be rubbish at that. I can't even touch my toes when I stand. What good would that be?" Frowning back up at the ceiling she witnessed the man writing on hi pad, although he was actually drawing her.

"What notes do you take exactly? Am I allowed to see them?"
 
"Yes, good point. You could possibly call the police, as that would be harrassment. That could give you time to get away unseen." The man suggested, adding a little more detail to Daisy's throat bulge as he spoke.

The rest of what he suggested was also shut down, even the yoga unfortunately. "With practice, I don't see why you wouldn't be good at Yoga. Maybe a bit of exercise might help, but your body is thin enough that I believe it's just lack of practice and not stretching as much as you do in Yoga, that prevents you from moving that extravagantly. I strongly encourage you to try Yoga, perhaps hiring a personal teacher so you can do it privately. Many previous clients I have had have commented how relaxed they have become after several Yoga sessions."

When asked about the notes, Curtis shook his head. "My papers hold many personal notes for me to relay onto other clients in case I say advice that works out well for you, as well as the reverse of that, where I have given advice to other people and it worked out well, so I'm relaying it onto you." The therapist explained. After considering for a moment, he folded the paper over so only the writing he was doing this session, hiding the drawing completely. "See?" From afar, you could see quotes of what he had been telling her earlier, under the headline 'suggested actions - Daisy'.

"Now, related to the Yoga thing, wearing heavy clothes can also be bad.. well, according to a few other clients. I have been told how their troubles have been like 'burdens' to them, and they feel the weight of it on their shoulders almost literally. Wearing thin clothes such as singlets and leggings made them feel lighter as a whole, so you might also benefit from it too. Of course, this isn't tested by myself, so I cannot say how well this will work, but I have had first-hand accounts of this working, which can be just as good as official testing." Curtis informed her with a shrug, writing down the clothing idea too.
 
My Mum said the same thing, to call the police. I might have to start considering it." Daisy replied. Sitting up, she put her legs down on to the carpet, her feet, covered in her leggings rested on the soft floor and it felt quite nice. Resting her elbows on her knees, she was starting to think about the yoga idea.

"I could give it a go, it may make me feel better. Should try anything once my Grandma said used to say. You can probably notice I care a lot about my family and what they say. They influence me a lot. "I'll try the yoga, do you have any contact details about a yoga instructor? As other clients have mentioned them to you?"

Pulling a few strands of her brown hair behind her ear, the young girl sat back, resting her back against the sofa while seated upright. Her leg crossed back over once more and she sat how she did when she first entered.
 
The man smiled when the idea of Yoga began to appeal to the younger woman. At the mention of a specific trainer, the man stood up and walked over to his desk, searching through and eventually finding a business card. Handing it to Daisy as he returned, the man took his seat. "He's someone I've referred people to a few times, and always had positive feedback. He's a close friend too, so he'll be discrete." Curtis promised gently.

"I look forward to seeing you next week." He said with a small smile at the end of the appointment. Helping her up with a gentle and friendly gesture, the man escorted her to the door and watched her walk off. She had her credit card on her account, so she would automatically be billed.


In the following three sessions, Curtis went through what was happening in Daisy's life, helping as much as possible. Pieces of advice were also given that were mostly for personal enjoyment. Exercise and light clothing was always strongly encouraged. After hearing that a pool was also at Daisy's residence, he told her that swimming was a good activity to keep up. This would mean even less clothes than usual.



Ready for appointment number seven, Curtis welcomed Daisy inside after the prompt 1:30 knocking. Watching as she made herself on the couch, her therapist was the first to speak. "Today I will be proposing an idea to you, which you do not need to accept. But as your situation is a unique one, I believe this will be beneficial so I can understand your issues in more detail, and how to fix them." The proposition started with a warning, so it was obvious that it was going to be big. "I would like to live with you for a short period of time. I would share a room with you in order to assess what personal activities you partake in, or how you partake in them, which may be causing you issues." In reality, he wanted to invade her personal space and have free reign on watching her, and perhaps end up turning her into his sex toy. If it took a while to do, he might end up resorting to cameras and blackmail, but he hoped he would get her to become a willing submissive slut.
 
Appointment after appointment followed, week after week, one of them had to be missed, meaning there was a two week gap before she saw him again this time around. Being an actress and currently filming in London for the next Star Wars installment meant time wasn't something she had freely now.

Daisy knew this appointment was number seven, she was counting herself.

"An idea?" She responded, laying down, shoes off once more. Today she was in navy jeans and a white coloured blouse with a black collar. A gold necklace hung around her neck with a pendant hiding down her top. "Live with me?" Repeating his words before allowing him to continue after her interruption.

"Is this something you do with other patients? It's kinda funny really, I just bought my own place and moved in over the last week. I was going to tell you in today's session. But I am still technically living with my parents still while I get the other place furnished." I will admit, sometimes I think your suggestions over the past few weeks have been a bit weird. I mean yoga? Come on? But actually it has worked, I feel much more relaxed after I do the stretches and meditate. You certainly have my trust. You are a good therapist, good at what you do."
 
As Daisy spoke, he was beginning to worry that she was objecting to his idea. But as she continued, the actress began to speak of the trust she had for him, and he almost breathed a sigh of relief. "If I am completely honest, no, I have never done this with another client before. But none of my clients have had situations like yours, with people pestering you everywhere you go. I only wish to live with you to understand your life better. To understand what will help you cope with the fame."

"Congratulations on your new home, by the way. I believe that if you kept it under wraps, you'll be able to have a bit of solidarity for a while, until people eventually find you." He kept it realistic. It was not likely that her home would be hidden forever, but a few weeks or even months would help her. That also meant it would be just him and her, with no peeking toms.... well, no other peeking toms.

"So, does this mean that you are open to the idea of me living with you. Keep in mind, I would also like to share a room with you, though I could just sleep on the floor if necessary." The man explained. He hoped she would say yes, as that would be one step further into turning her into his.
 
"It was one of the many reasons I bought my own place. I can't live with my parents forever but also it would stop the pests outside photographing everything. But yes, I would be happy for you to stay and observe me, if it helps of course. I could just buy you another bed, it is no worry. My room is big enough" she smiled, at least she was happy with the large house and rooms that came with fame. That wasn't something she could complain about.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=​

A few weeks later, everything was organised and it was now time for the therapist to move in. Daisy unlocked the door, inviting the man in to her home.

"You know my parents haven't even seen this place yet, you are the first. I didn't want them seeing it until I got all the furniture in." The place was still pretty scarce, but it was still what you could call home. The walls were all painted white with no pictures up on the wall. The living room had one black leather sofa in it with a 40inch TV on top of a cabinet. That was pretty much it for that room.

"I ordered that single bed for you, it is all set up in my room. I'll show you to it."
 
Curtis smiled as he entered her home. It was a beautiful building, and he could tell that her acting career paid much better than his own job. "It's amazing. I'm honoured to be the first to see it." The man smiled, following her through the place as she showed off every room. When she came to their room, there were two single beds and three bedside tables. The one in the middle was what separated the two beds from each other, but there was still plenty of room in which to move. It looked like he would be able to look into her eyes at night if he wanted to, and that sounded nice.

Carrying his bags inside the room, he placed them in his area and began to unpack. All he brought was a case full of clothing, and a case with his technological stuff like his laptop. After plugging a few things in, Curtis turned to her with a guilty smile. "I'm sorry to go into 'work mode' so soon, but I have a question while it is still on my mind. What are your relationships like? Family, friends, and intimate companions." The man asked curiously. "While I doubt it, it could be the way you react to others, which causes the reactions you receive to be unsettling to you."
 
Standing in the bedroom, watching over him as he was plugging things in and settling in, he asked her a questions which made her realize this man was never out of work mode. "Well I am close with family you know that already. We have family nights sometimes, all watch a movie together or go out for a meal. I think that is good don't you think? My little brother likes spending time with me, I'll play video games with him sometimes."

Running her hands in to her jean pockets on her ass, she arched her back and thought about friends.

"I was popular growing up, but as I got older I lost friends, different interests plus I didn't want to go out much. I think it was a confidence thing. It is probably why I went in to acting, to be someone else, a different character. As of now, I don't really have to many friends though."

Lastly was the mention of intimate companions. "Well I have had no boyfriends." Was her short blunt reply.
 
Curtis didn't have his notepad on him to write this down, but he believed he would remember her answers to this. Her answers satisfied him, especially finding out that she had a lack of confidence and a lack of boyfriends. "And.. is that by choice?" He asked curiously. "I only ask because you are exceptionally beautiful, I struggle to believe you would have difficulty finding a romantic partner." The man smiled, giving a teasing wink.

Shaking his head a bit to knock himself out of that sort of mode he went into sometimes, Curtis soon found some board shorts. "Want to go have a swim? I saw you had a pool and it looks very tempting on a warm day like this." The man suggested, stripping in front of her without waiting for an answer. He didn't turn away or anything, not minding if she watched or not. When he was down to his underwear, he slipped the board shorts on. When he was in his underwear, the bulge was quite evident. It wasn't an erection, just an impressive 'package'.

"I'll leave you to your privacy while you change." Curtis told her, leaving the room and going to her pool. The water was nice and cool, so he just rested in a corner of the pool while he waited. The man's body had an athletic build, but nothing that women would 'drool over'. A little bit of chest hair rested on him, as did some leg hair, but mostly bare otherwise. His body had a bit of muscle too, but generally seemed to be a little more muscle than the average guy.
 
"You could say by choice" nodding, she then smiled, even blushing without realizing when he complimented her. "Pulling a hand behind her ear she took some hair with it.

"A swim? I haven't even tried the pool yet. Oh...and your getting changed." Turning her back on him, she looked back over her shoulder when she thought he was done only to see a big package in his underwear. Finally when the shorts were on she felt more comfortable. "Yeah thanks, I'll change...I agreed to that without moving my lips!" Hands on her hips she raised her eyebrows, watching the man leave her presence.

Taking a few deep breaths she waved a hand in front of her face. Getting changed didn't take her to long. Leaving her hair down like it was mostly she decided to wear a white bikini. Heading downstairs her pale frame looked like it needed some colour to it. Walking barefoot outside on to the patio she saw the male in the pool.

"Do you mind if I just tan instead?"
 
"Tan? No problem. Did you have any sunscreen by any chance? You can help me with it and I'll help you." The man suggested with a grin. It was difficult for him to get his back on the best of days, due to some bad shoulders, so hopefully she would accept. While he waited for a response, he began to swim laps of the pool. First he did it stomach down, but eventually moved onto his back. When this happened, the bulge of his flaccid penis was still quite obvious.

"So do you tan much?" He asked curiously, after taking a small break. "If you do, it doesn't show." He teased. By now, they were comfortable enough with each other that they weren't always so serious. It took longer for some than others for Curtis to break the formality of his sessions with his clients, and Daisy was one of the faster responses. Maybe it was the lack of confidence and the need for a friend that made this easier for him? Either way, he wasn't complaining.
 
"Does it look like I tan much? I am as pale as a snowman" she joked, standing, hands on her bare hips above her bikini pants. "Oh yeah, I have some sun screen, I'll be right back!" Nipping inside the home, she managed to get some and hopped back outside, jumping over the rail which the sliding back doors needed to open. "Help me then."

Laying on her stomach, her hands were used to rest her head on as she closed her eyes, feeling the sun's rays on her soft skin. From this angle, he would have finally got a nice view of her firm round ass. All the geeks and fans would of loved to have seen it, Curtis was a lucky man.
 
Curtis felt himself harden as he approached her overturned body, staring at her perfect ass. As he squirted his hands with the cream, he asked a question as he still wanted to look at her bum. "Just the back? Do you want me to get your legs too?" After a moment of stalling, the man began the massage, firmly rubbing her shoulders and neck, and kneading the cream into her skin. It felt as good as a professional massage, removing all the stress from her body.

Soon enough he moved down to the shoulder blades and her back, pushing down hard and working out all her kinks. It was an extremely relaxing feeling, and Curtis loved every moment of it too. His cock was rock hard, so eventually he tucked it into the waistband of his shorts so it wouldn't poke out in a tent. The massage moved all the way down to the line her bikini bottoms rested at, and he did not tread further. After that was finally finished, he moved back up her back, and rubbed down her arms.

"Finished." The man said, unless she asked for the legs to be done too, in which he would do those too. "Massages are another relaxation technique I would recommend to you. Especially after stressful days. This doesn't necessarily have to just be from fame-related problems either."
 
"My legs to, no point doing half a job is there." Smiling, her mouth widened as far as it could go. Daisy had an amazing smile and it could light up a room. When he laid his hands upon her, the girl closed her eyes and relaxed, loving the feel of him on her.

It would have been hard for her to imagine something like this happening. It took a while for her to open up, trust in people, yet after several meetings the man who was rubbing lotion on her back seemed like a friend rather than a therapist. Maybe she shouldn't of told him that though. Of course things had to remain professional.

"Are you stopping?" Daisy questioned, as hands left her body. She was unaware however he was tucking his erection in to his waistband.

When hands rested back on to her skin, she smiled once more and let him roam his fingers in to her skin. "That was great." Laying on her stomach still when he had finished, Daisy listened to what he had to say. "Well massages are good for anything, I knew that already."
 
When he was told to do her legs too, the man smiled. "Of course, no problem!" he replied cheerfully. Once her upper body was finished, his hands moved to her lower body. Starting at the feet, the man slowly made his way up. His slow movement was not due to having a foot fetish (far from it). It was actually just due to him loving the feeling of her skin. It was amazingly smooth, and as he had not had any 'action' in a while, this was as close as he had gotten to anything for some time. Hopefully it would soon amount to more, but he wouldn't push anything too much.

His firm hands moved up her calves and to her thighs. Making sure to get a thick amount of sunscreen, the man rubbed her inner thigh. Whenever he removed his hands from then on, it almost looked like an aftermath of a gangbang, with loads of cum dripping down her thighs. Knowing he shouldn't screw around like this, he quickly rubbed the cream in before she got suspicious. On occasion, he would allow the tiniest bit of the tip of his thumb to rub against her pussy lips through the panties, but it happened so infrequently that it could be excused as an accident.

When he was finally finished, he grinned at her remark about massages. "Yes, massages are definitely an amazing thing. I would recommend you get one at least once a week, though of course you can get them daily if you so desired. Since I am staying here, you could always come to me for free, or you could go to a professional if you preferred." The man suggested. Noticing how she didn't move, he tapped her hand with the sunscreen bottle. "Remember, I do you and then you do me." He repeated, wanting her to rub his skin too. Not only for his own sexual gratification, but also because he hated being sunburnt.
 
Daisy felt very relaxed as she was massaged. His big firm hands on her small frame made her feel safe somewhat. Her thighs could easily be cupped by the gentleman rubbing them and the softness of her skin could easily turn on any red blooded male.

Soft groans left the new actresses lips as the lotion as rubbed in to her legs. A small shine left a mark, reflecting the sun a little while he took a change, rubbing the inside of her thighs. Daisy couldn't actually feel the slight touches on her pussy lips over the bikini pants. The touch so delicate with the fabric masking any hint of an assault on her body.

"Your great, you have done this before" she smiled. "I think I could have this everyday" the naive young woman stated.

Finally, she was done and she took the lotion in her hands as she stood up. "I have never done this before, well to someone else." A dollop of sunscreen puddled on to her palm while the man rested. On her knees by the side of the lounger, Daisy started to rub his back, leaning over him and working his shoulders.
 
"If you wish to have this done every day, then I shall do so for you." Curtis smiled softly, closing his eyes as Daisy began to rub lotion into his skin. Despite her not having much experience in massages, just feeling her soft fingers kneading into his skin made the man smile. "It feels good." He assured her, putting to rest the worries she had about not doing well.

After a good amount of time where she rubbed the lotion into his skin, Curtis pulled away, knowing that if he kept situations sexual for too long, it might soon become suspicious. "I'm going to get back into the water for a bit. But I want to ask a bit more about your life." The man told her, jumping back into the water. He let the water come all the way up to his neck, the wall of the pool hiding his body. Due to his hardening erection which he had been desperate to hide, he reached into his pants and began to stroke himself, deciding to take care of his problem in front of her, without her realising.

"So, Daisy. I want to learn about your day-to-day activities. Let me know what your normal schedule is, as well as activities you might do once a week or once a month. Anything from shopping to parties, and stuff I have instructed you to do such as yoga." The therapist instructed, already stroking himself subtly. It felt good to look at his dream sexual partner and touch himself at the same time.
 
Her hands worked and kneaded him, fingers pressed over his back followed by her palms. Although it was nice for the gentleman, receiving attention from a pretty girl, Daisy herself enjoyed working his body. Feeling what a grown man felt like was quite something, she could feel the muscles in his arms as she worked through out him.

When notified of him wanting to swim again, Daisy seemed a bit shocked, standing up out of the way as the male jumped back in to the pool. Little did the brunette know that under the water, he was slowly stroking himself as she laid on the lounger, her flat stomach on show as well as her gorgeous thighs.

"I don't party a lot, I wouldn't say I am a party animal. My days are usually filled with work. But when I am off I go shopping in the afternoons, see family. Spend time with friends. Heck even sunbathe with my therapist." Smiling widely she rested her head back and closed her eyes. She could feel the sun's rays on her skin.
 
"You seem to have a lack of entertainment, at least in a variety's sense. You see friends and family, the same people over and over again. As you have difficulty adjusting to the public, an activity such as having a small party, or going to one, might benefit you as you will be meeting new people." Curtis suggested, laughing softly at her last comment about sunbathing with him.

Daisy wore very little clothes, which meant the man had an eyefull as he stroked himself. While her body may have been pale, he felt that that colour suited her rather than a deep bronze tan that a lot of women preferred. Her milky white thighs were spread slightly, giving the man a number of ideas of what he'd want to do to her if and when he got the chance. The handjob he was giving himself moved as quickly as possible in the water without making a sound, before finally he felt his legs and feet cramp up as he reached an orgasm.

The man's semen slowly sunk to the bottom of the pool, but his lower half was still tight from cramping. Quickly pulling his pants back up, Curtis pulled himself up out of the water slowly while softly exclaiming in pain. "Ow.. I hate cramps so much." the man said quietly, but loud enough for her to hear him. Sitting by the base of the pool, he began kneading his legs, trying to get rid of the painful symptoms. Due to their already close relationship, he was curious as to whether Daisy would come and help him without being asked, as well as seeing whether she would do it happily or reluctantly.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom