Rachel Wants Me To Beg

"Please," I said immediately, "Oh god please touch me. Oh fuck please feel me. Oh god Rachel I'm begging you don't stop now.

"It's been so hard you have no idea. I have been aching for it and I haven't been able to satisfy myself and I can touch myself but it's not enough anymore. I need this. You don't know how much I need it."

My face was flushed, my cheeks reddening into a blush of embarassment as I confessed to her my eager desires and half the sins I would commit to get her to satisfy me but the truth was there was nothing I wouldn't do right now. There was no limit to the depravity I would go to if it meant that she would make me fucking cum.

"I've been denied," I confess to her, "I've gotten so close and I've done... I've done some really slutty things. With guys. Since I got here. With guys that I shouldn't have anything to do with.

"This morning wasn't the only time and I don't know why but it's a little like I can't help myself. It's like I just fucking... like something takes over me and I act completely out of character for who I thought I was.

"But I think I like it. I think I fucking love it. It scares the fuck out of me but I think I'm falling in love with being that version of me."

I reach for her, grasping her hand and pulling her fingers up to my lips. I kiss them one by one, pressing my lips against them and curling my tongue out around her thumb to pull it in and suck on it as I lock eyes with her while I do it.

Until I let it fall out and smile, "I think I like being a little bit of a slut."

Rachel rushes forward and presses her lips against mine and her tongue presses into my mouth and I don't let it escape. I run my tongue around and around it, pulling and teasing on it until she's the one who falls back gasping a little.

"There's a problem though," I continue, "It has to do with crossing the finish line. It's getting easier and easier now to go further and further but there is still a part of me that is absolutely terrified by it and that part of me, it's often the one that takes control.

"I get close and then I pull away. That or they pull away from me out of some misguided sense of decency or fate intervenes and we get fucking chased by security but right now it's feeling a little like there is some kind of fucked up design outside of my control that is scheming to keep me from getting my fucking satisfaction.

"And now I'm aching for it. My whole body is aching for it. It's not just the blowjob and it's not just the dreams and it's not just all the little things it's everything put together and all of it is leading me to one fucking conclusion and so I'm begging you to make it happen. I'm **** for you to make it real."

My hand snaps out and I wrap my fingers in her hair and I pull her to me, crushing her body against mine. I kiss her hard and feel her hands find my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples hard enough to make me squeal with delight.

"Don't fucking stop," I growl the moment I pull her away, "Don't fucking stop. Don't stop and don't deny me and don't tease me any longer but maybe not that last one because I like the way you tease.

"But don't stop, please. Don't let this end like all the others, unsatisfying. Don't let this one get cut short.

"I'll do anything you need me to do. I'll say anything you want me to say. I'll be anyone you desire.

"Just so long as you make me fucking cum, because I'm **** to fucking cum. Because I want to be someone else, want to be a little slutty.

"And I think you can help me be that woman."

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