A week or so later, you spend the night at Richard's apartment

The next week passes in a happy blur. You spend every evening after work with your handsome new boyfriend, mostly back at your apartment where you cook each other meals, drink nice wine and just get to know each other better. Or that's the plan, but you end up spending way more time making out on your couch like horny teenagers before you drag him back to your bed and get your aching erection tended to, making thorough use of both his mouth and tender asshole to drain your balls of every drop of cum. Your cock has never been happier or more satisfied and you're walking around at work feeling like you're floating after all those difficult months of frustration. The fourth time you bent him over your bed for another session of thorough buttfucking, Richard tentatively brought up the idea of you maybe reciprocating at some point. Such a silly boy, you pounded him extra hard that night until he was reduced to a squealing, moaning mess lying in a thick puddle of his own spent cum, his belly swollen and seeded with yours. As if he could get anything like that kind of pleasure from using his own little dick, as you reminded him firmly afterwards when you sat with his head in your lap and stroked his cute cheek. It hasn't come up again, and you don't expect it to.

The next Friday after he first asked you out, Richard stopped by your office, knocking tentatively on your door and leaning in with an adorable blush on his handsome face. He was so smooth that first time he asked you out it almost embarrassed you, but now you've got him firmly in his place it's rather fun to tease him. So much so that it was really quite difficult to resist the urge to stuff him under your desk, pull out your cock and have some naughty fun at work shoving it down his throat. Your heroic self-control didn't stop you from locking the door behind him and pushing him up against a wall to hungrily kiss him and squeeze his cute butt, which meant it took him rather a long time to breathlessly stammer out the reason he'd come to see you in the first place. It turned out he was planning to invite you to spend the night at his this time, and to have him cook for you. So exciting! You had to kiss him even more after that and both your lunch breaks ended up running on rather long.

So, the evening finds you dressed in a smart collared shirt and black trousers, sitting at the dining room table of your new boyfriend's apartment. It's a smallish place not too far from the college where you both work, with something of that cute bachelor pad atmosphere, though you can't help but smile at the signs that he's hurriedly cleaned things up not long before your arrival, like the not so neat piles of research papers and books on the mantle and the freshly hoovered carpet. Richard is in the kitchen, and the sight of him bent over a frying pan as he cooks a pair of juicy steaks for you is a rather appealing one. You've already made plans to have him cook for you again, though you'll have him ditch everything he's wearing but an apron when he does it just to make it for fun. Of course he'll do it, if you're firm enough with him. Lucky for you, Richard is a rather obedient boy and he just loves being bossed around by you, in bed or otherwise.

"It's ready!" He announces, serving each juicy slab of meat onto a plate with steamed vegetables on the side. You grin with appreciation as your new boyfriend joins you in the dining room and slides the plate first in front of you, before setting his down across the table. "You want some wine as well, Lucy?" He asks. You smirk back at him, feeling rather frisky tonight, your cock tingling with anticipation as you savor the night to come.

"Sure I do, but first lose the clothes, handsome boy." You purr, shifting in your seat with excitement. Richard pauses, his hand reaching for a bottle of chilled wine waiting on a shelf.

"What?" He glances back at you, his eyes wide.

"You heard me, strip." You let an edge of sharpness slip into your voice, just enough to make him shiver. "I want dinner and a show."

"Uh...okay, Lucy." Richard stammers, his cheeks flushing. You sigh, leaning on your hand to watch as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. Isn't he just so cute? A handsome boy ten years your senior, at the top of his field, but he does everything you want. He pulls off the shirt and drops it, glancing up at you with his tanned chest and flat belly are bared. You take a brief, appreciative look, but a slight narrowing of your gaze is enough to communicate the fact that you're expecting far more. Richard is panting and blushing as he unbuttons his trousers and pulls them down with his underwear, and you're not at all surprised to see his cute dick is hard between his trembling thighs, the balls below pink and hairless. His legs are also smooth and silky, since you insisted he shave his lower body a couple days ago. He seemed to think you were joking when you told him you'd put him over your knee and spank him if you ever found a hair down there. You definitely weren't. Leaning on your elbow, you leer at his naked body, your own erection aching and throbbing at the welcome sight. His chest rises and falls, an eager look on his handsome face despite the blush as he shivers under your appreciative stare.

"Now fetch the wine for me." You smirk, waving your hand like an imperious queen. He certainly obeys you like you were one, turning to grab the wine and a glass which he sets down next to you before pouring. As he turns to head to his seat, you reach down and give his cute butt a firm pinch, making him yelp, jump and almost drop the bottle.

"Lucy." He gives you a wounded look over his shoulder, but his cute dick is twitching between his shivering legs. You just smirk at him and pat his bare butt gently, sending him on his way to pour out his own glass, before he finally sits down to join you. Chuckling to yourself, you cut into your steak and take a bite. The meat is tender and juicy, a fountain of flavors exploding across your tongue.

“Oh, that is good.” You wave your fork at the blushing boy across from you. Richard is just tentatively cutting into his own, his cheeks glowing. You bask in his embarrassment, eating your steak and swilling your wine casually. All you can see is his bare chest and shoulders over the table, with his legs and cute erection underneath, but knowing he’s naked at your whim is quite the thrill in itself and is stirring up your formidable sex drive for the night to come rather nicely. “Where did you learn to cook so well, handsome boy?” You ask.

“Oh...you know, here and there." He replies, managing not to stammer as he gets more used to the idea of you keeping him naked in his own house. "When I'm on site for one of our documentaries we usually have to source our food locally, look after ourselves you know. There's other staff who could do it, but I like to pitch in myself so I've picked up a few things."

"Ah...of course, your documentaries." You glance down, remembering your intense and slightly embarrassing history with Richard's body of work. Never did you imagine when you were enjoying them so much that the handsome professor talking soothingly from your television would soon be your boyfriend and doing everything you want. It makes you feel a bit giddy even now, and you're smiling widely as you look back up to meet Richard's hesitant stare from across the table. "My favorite was the one with the dolphins." You smile at him. It's largely down to the scene where he went swimming with the lucky mammals in crystal clear water wearing just a rather tight pair of trunks, but you don't need to tell him that.

"Really?" His eyes light up as he takes a sip of the wine. "Oh, have I got some stories there. You know one of the females in the pod took a shine to me when we were diving with them? Just kept brushing up against me, wouldn't leave me alone for even a moment to get a good shot."

"Oh, do I have some competition?" You grin, skewering a piece of steak with your fork as you leer across the table at the naked boy sitting there. His laughter sounds a little nervous at first, before you join him in chuckling about his misadventures abroad. "Any more fun nature stories then? I'd love to hear them." You ask, just eager to hear the sound of his voice as much as you are to spend the rest of the meal admiring his naked body.

"Oh, loads." Richard leans toward you as he cuts into his steak, launching into another story about his time filming great apes in the jungles of the Congo. You keep talking and laughing for the rest of the meal, losing yourself in his amazing stories of far-away countries and the adventures he's had. Sometimes you even almost forget you had him strip and just enjoy yourself listening to him, but the lure of his naked skin and embarrassed blushes always manage to draw your attention back, and by the time the pair of you finish your cock is definitely at full-mast and you're eagerly awaiting what's to come for the rest of the evening.

You lean back to watch as your naked boyfriend hurriedly clears the table for you, the hungry smirk on your lips leaving no doubt as to your intentions as your simmering gaze drifts over his bare flesh. When he stumbles back in to stand in front of you, his own cock all cute and hard between his smooth, trembling thighs, you rise to your feet. Richard makes a cute whimpering noise as he is once again confronted by a lustful New Female, a good few inches taller than him, and strong enough to easily overpower his weak male body and use it to slake all her desires. Not that you need to even try. Your new boyfriend is going do everything and anything you want, including servicing your aching erection until he's drained every drop of cum in your heavy, swinging balls.

"So...let's take this to your bedroom, handsome boy." You lean forward, slipping a possessive arm around his waist. Richard gasps, trembling in your grasp. He limply points down the corridor to a door at the end as your groping fingers slide down his bare skin, his cute cock twitching and quivering. Your handsome new boyfriend is limp and willing as you drag him away with you down the corridor to where his bed awaits.