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I doubt I’ll be able to go to sleep with an erection like this, so I have to spend some time taking care of it before I even try. I don’t remember the last time I was inconvenienced by my dick like this, but I’m enjoying it.
The mental visual of Iris writhing on her bed makes my cock twitch and ache in ways that I thought had long since disappeared since my twenties. She’s reignited something in me that makes me feel like Ineedsex rather than just wanting it. Needing sex puts me at a disadvantage in our power dynamic, so I can’t let it overcome me in a way that is visible to her.
But if she doesn’t know I’m masturbating, nothing has changed.
I walk into my bathroom to take a shower, allowing the hot water to try to sting some sense into me before I allow this girl to take up so much of my mental space. Once I think about a girl while masturbating, it’s game over. I’ll be obsessed until I can have her.
Iris seems like the kind of girl who might look reserved on the outside, but is a total freak behind closed doors. I’ll bet that she secretly loved getting caught and flashing her pussy at me. She might act innocent and remorseful, but I know better. I’ve known plenty of girls like her.
Once I’ve eased into the water a little, I begin to stroke my cock slowly. It’s been too long since I felt a woman wrapped around me, and the fact that there’s a horny girl just two doors down makes me crazy with lust.
I’ve been watching her since she got here, and I’ve started to pay special attention to the way her body looks in her clothes. She tries to conceal the fact that she’s got huge tits, but she isn’t very good at it. They’re very pronounced in every shirt I’ve seen her wear, and it makes me wonder what it would feel like to bury my face in them.
She’s even got that knowing stare down to a science. I’ve seen the way she looks at me as well, batting her lashes at me when she interviews me. I’ll bet she’s thinking about fucking me right in my office every time we’re in there having a meeting.
The water feels so good as it washes over me, and the heat makes my whole body more sensitive to touch. I start to focus on the head of my cock, slowly massaging it as I squeeze it lightly around the top. I imagine Iris’s face when I saw her pussy, so red and embarrassed that I would find her indisposed like that. I wonder if she’s masturbating again. It wouldn’t surprise me.
Fuck, I want to feel her pussy around my dick.
I’m bigger than average, and it makes me wonder if she would even be able to take it. I’m sure we could find a way, and I’d love to see myself railing her sweet, fat pussy. It would be hard to decide between watching her face as she cums or her pussy as I rail her.
Now that I know what her moans sound like, I can imagine her getting louder as I stroke my dick faster. The idea that she was near orgasm when I found her nearly makes me cum all over the walls of my shower. I’d give anything for the chance to watch her finish, to see her pussy contract as she arches her back in ecstasy.
I’m getting close already, which is a shock to me, considering I can usually go for hours before I need to cum. She’s really got a hold on me.
Her face keeps coming into my mind, her half-closed eyes and reddened cheeks giving her away just as much as her pussy being out on display. Even if I didn’t get to see her naked, I’d commit murder for the chance to watch her play with herself under a blanket. Her face alone is so sexy that I’d think about it nonstop for days.
I slow down as I try to preserve as much of this moment as I can. I’m enjoying this a lot more than I usually do, which is a testament to the impact that she’s had on me.
I don’t get it. I’ve been around tons of girls, and some of them have been extremely gorgeous, but none of them have stuck with me like this. I wish I could figure out what makes Iris so special in that regard. Is it just because she’s unattainable? Sticking to her stupid code of ethics?
At this point, I can’t hold back anymore. My orgasm begins to come in waves, taking over me as semen shoots all over the stone tile of my shower. There’s so much more than usual that for a moment, I’m concerned that it could be a condition.
Damn.
Now I know I need her.
9
Iris
Iam absolutely horrified.
I have never been caught masturbating by anyone before. Neither my parents nor my boyfriends ever walked in on me like that.
Matteo was supposed to be gone all night! Why did he come home so much sooner than he said he would? Was it a trick to catch me in the act, like he knew I was horny enough to do it in the first place? I’ve never felt so imposed upon in my life, but I have to admit, the interruption made me finish harder than I ever have.
Something about getting caught is alluring to me in a way that I’ve tried to explain to myself on multiple occasions. It feels so dirty and unladylike to masturbate in someone else’s house in the first place, but to get caught only confirms Matteo’s assumption that I’m slutty and out of control.
Does he like that about me?
I’ve learned enough about men over the years that I’m never shocked at what arouses them. I’ve heard that sneezes and tears can turn a man on whether he wants it to or not. How the hell did basic bodily functions evolve into fetishes for men? Will they really just fuck anything for any reason?
Of course, watching a woman masturbate is an obvious turn-on for any man. It’s one of the most popular forms of porn that exists. So now I know for a fact that, even if he doesn’tlikeme, he wants to fuck my brains out.
When I get out of bed to shower, I examine my body in the gigantic floor mirror in the bathroom, posing myself how I imagine he must have seen me from the doorway. With my body writhing in pleasure and desire, I must have looked fucking insane. The contours of my body, however, catch the light in a beautiful, delicate way that reminds me of a Baroque renaissance sculpture or painting. I wonder if that’s what he was thinking when he saw me – that’s what I want to believe, at least. I doubt he has the depth to have seen me like that. I’m willing to bet that all he cared about at that moment was joining me.
After my shower, I gaze out the window for a bit before I remember what Matteo said about the expanse of the estate. He mentioned that he owned a bowling alley, a home theater, a tennis court, and a mini bar. I haven’t spent any time exploring the estate yet, mostly because I’ve been too busy trying not to freak out about this strange little arrangement I’ve found with Matteo.
