By Embracing her Desire

Pausing for a moment Vanessa decided why not, whats the worst that could happen? The hard cock she’s seeking gets harder? Alexa scolds her?

As the sweater was flung wildly Alexa stammered and stopped. Doing a double take she tried to imagine she hadn’t been wishing she could shed layers, Vanessa marching proudly off in a plain black bra, and her skirt.

Vanessa’s mind was growing cloudier and cloudier as the Idol’s energies buzzed around her. She swore she had walked through one area twice, no thrice, but each time it seemed the corner turned a new way.

Pausing and breathing deeply Vanessa smelt it. Licking her lips and breathing intently deeper she exhaled passionately not caring to question why the strong scent of sex made her hunger.

Closing her eyes she focused on the smell, almost tasting it in her watering mouth as her eyes snapped open with instinctive primal knowledge. This way, her body was sure of it.

Walking slowly she finally found a room she was certain hadn’t been there before, coveralls crumpled by the door.

Stepping forward Vanessa felt her adventurous streak emboldened, her hands reaching behind her back and lowering the zipper that clung it tightly over her ass, the skirt crumpling to the floor one step past the coveralls as Vanessa entered boldly into the room where so many souls had already fallen.

The warm red glow of the wire junctions of the communications room provoked thoughts of sunbathing as it tingled across her skin, her eyes quickly focussing on just what had drawn her here. Matthew stroking his cock, propped up against a wall facing her, eyes slowly returning from being glazed over as he realized that while he had missed the gangbang, he wasn’t alone.

“Would you like some help with that?” Vanessa smirked as the words escaped her mouth with a bubbly cheerful connotation.

Matthew simply moaned in approval, his eyes slowly scanning over the woman in her underwear as the only thing holding back the impulse to jump her was the adamant belief in consent.

Vanessa stepped towards Matthew confidenrly, watching with fascination how he slowly stroked himself, the slowly growing drips of precum being pushed towards the precipice of dropping only to be smeared across his slit and spread back down the shaft.

Matthew’s lean boyish figure had toned, obvious muscle having developed where he simply lacked previously.

Stepping to within a foot of the Apprentice Vanessa looked into his eyes and watched as he spasmed in the throws of pleasure as her finger brushed along the bottom of his testicles. Seeing the animalistic gaze hungering for more Vanessa smiled playfully as slowly her fingers gently brushed around his cock before taking hold of the radiant flesh.

Vanessa moaned finding a strange delight in the feel of the cock, its smoothness, its contours, its heat, and the idea of its truth. It was that big, that real.

And she could have it.