LR Day 5 - It's you

"What smell?" you ask worriedly. This woman is one of the producers of FUTA.

Faith leans in close to you, which is odd because she seems to be a very polite and proper person. She sniffs you.

"Something sweet," she says. "Is that perfume?"

You are not wearing any... just deoderant. She moves even closer to you, and your body is alongside hers. She's warm and nice.

"No," you say. "I don't wear it."

"Are you sure?"

She leans right into your neck, taking a deep breath.

"Mmm," she says. "You just smell amazing."

Her hand is on your thigh, and you are starting to get hard.

"Um," you say uncertainly. You jump at the feeling of her fingers in your shorts. It's like a totally inappropriate thing to do, but she pulls on your shorts and underwear, taking a look at your soft cock, which is bigger than usual... and a bit damp, leaking precum.

She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent.

"Wow," she says, impressed. Her face starts to turn red. "I didn't know this was going on down here..."

"I think my coach mentioned it," you say, pushing her hand away and covering up.

She moves closer to you.

"She did," she says. "But you know, I want to um, know more about it myself. You know? I'm a producer on this show, and there are some other girls like you on it. I should know more," she says. She sniffs your neck again. "Do you want to, um, come upstairs with me?"

You are breathing hard from being so close to her...

"OK," you say nervously.

You are not sure how or why this is happening, but a few minutes later you are suddenly in Faith's room... but you are lying on the floor as she roughly, almost violently, pulls down your shorts and underwear. Before you can say anything, she swallows your cock and sucks on it with a power and desperation that startles you... you are literally lying on the carpet of a room, with a producer taking your cock into her throat, sucking hard. You can't resist... your penis was needy before, but now it's... more.

Within minutes, Faith is sliding her panties down her legs and climbing over you. You don't understand, but all you can do is moan when she roughly pulls you free of your shorts, and impales herself on you. Her normal face of friendly, composed sweetness is gone... she's red and lusty, hungrily working her hips on you.

"Yes. Yes," she gasps, riding you hard.

You **** on how good it feels... your hands are on her hips, feeling her warmth and the soft cloth of her dress...

"Fuck me," she whines, leaning down to you, looking in your eyes and pleading. "Fuck me," she repeats, doing it even harder...

It's good... she's slick and tight, squeezing you. You move from her hips to her ass, gripping her as she bucks her hips. You can't take much of this.

"Please," she gasps into your neck. She's almost lying on top of you now, her chest to yours, desperately fucking you. "Please do it. Please."

Do what? You squeeze her buttocks harder, gasping helplessly until you can't anymore... You let out a loud, warlike cry, lifting your hips off the carpet... your cock throbs painfully, and you feel it all leaving you, expanding and contracting inside her.

Faith screams and arches her back, a look of agony and satisfaction frozen on her face as you pump it into her.

You look down to see thick, bubbly cum spurting around your base... you shot so much inside of her that it's coming out.

"Ahh... yes," she gasps, leaning down to kiss you with a lot of tongue. "Yes, baby. Inside," she pants, still using her hips. "Yes!"

You let it all out, and she finally rolls off you... you look over, feeling weak and helpless, seeing her reach between her legs... it's like she's trying to stop it from flowing out, but there's so much that it has to...

She lies flat on the floor with a shuddering sigh.

"Thank you..." she whispers.

You don't remember anything else.