Oops, I Walked In On You - In My Room

Transcript

Oh, thank God, I am finally done with work, um, oh my, what am I doing here? This is my room, so let's start there. I'm coming home to what is supposed to be my private space to mind my private business, and instead, you're here in my chair.

What are you doing? Are you? Have you been touching yourself in my chair? Oh, well, dollface, you better think of something to say.

This is a bit of a pickle burn. All right, all right, all right, let's just relax and take a few deep breaths, you and me. Come on, I'm serious, okay, here, breathe with me.

One more, good, good, see, isn't that better? Now, this is quite the surprise. I, um, didn't know you'd be home today.

Really? That's funny, playing hooky didn't turn out quite like you imagined, huh? Oh, question, did you flake on practice specifically for this, or was it maybe a happy little accident?

Well, I know you're nervous, but that's really your fault, isn't it? You're the one prowling in here to get, um, comfortable in my chair. Is this the first time? Oh, that's a pretty big blush.

You can tell me, I can keep a secret. Mmm, I don't know if I believe you. This kind of thing doesn't just happen suddenly, it usually starts with an idea, like a fantasy.

Something you saw, something you heard, maybe something you smelled. Yeah, I do notice your other hand trying so hard to stay out of sight. Why's that, hmm? I'm terribly curious what could be more humiliating than this moment right here.

Mmm, you know what I think? Look at me. I think you might be hiding something under that blanket.

Hmm? Yeah, I think you have something in your hand, and you've been using it every time you entertain yourself. Come now, denial, you know better than that.

Come on, tell me. Your phone? Watching something scandalous? Or maybe you're more of a romantic.

Something soft and sweet? Let me guess, lots of kissing, a little bit of plot? Or maybe it's a toy.

Is that it? A cute, quiet little vibrator? Maybe you've been using it for months without me noticing.

Running it over yourself, up and down. Some slow, purposeful circles. So, which is it? Hmm? Really, none of the above? Well, isn't that interesting.

Then tell me what you have down there. You owe me that much since I'm being so nice about this tremendous invasion of privacy. You wouldn't want anyone to have to find out what a sneaky little pervert you are, would you? You know what they'll think.

There he goes, the creep from 7B. He'll crawl into your space and sloppily jerk himself off until he can dribble cum all over your furniture. They'll probably wonder if you're a peeping Tom, too.

And I'll be powerless to stop them. Well, I know what I said, sweetheart, but you're keeping secrets from me, and that's not nice. No, it's not.

And after all this, I'm sure you want to be nice to me, huh? Be as much of a gentleman as you can be, right? Yeah.

Then show me, huh? Show me what you got there. That's right, just pull that blanket aside and show me.

Is that. .. Those are my panties.

When did you even. .. Wait a second.

No, black bobbin lace, the green herb pattern silk. I think. ..

Didn't I wear that set a few days ago to your show downtown? Oh, I get it. That's why you took them.

You liked seeing me in a crowd giving you my undivided attention, didn't you? You just needed a little memento from that night. Probably thought I'd assume I misplaced them and you could keep them all to yourself forever.

Bravo, I hadn't even noticed they were gone yet. And what exactly do you do with my used panties, hmm? Tell me, please.

You're too embarrassed to say? I bet I know. I bet it started pretty classic, right? I mean, it makes sense you develop a crush on me.

I mean, here I am, all plush curves and muscle, sharing this little flat with you day in and day out. Gym sessions, getting ready for nights out. I bet you've even accidentally caught a glimpse of me fresh out of the shower a time or two.

Hmm? All right. I bet you thought about it for ages before the first time you swiped a pair.

I bet that impulsivity scared you and you hit him and didn't touch him for a while. That curiosity, huh? That need.

Got the absolute better of you. I bet you told yourself just once to just be this once. Before you knew it, you had the crotch of my panties pressed tight against your face and your dick in your hand.

Look how wide those eyes are. I knew it. Flushed and sweaty while you stroked your dick and came all over yourself, am I right? I'd fucking nail it.

Sweetheart, of course I did. You really are adorable. Nothing more than a helpless little panty sniffer.

Couldn't control yourself if you tried, huh? Too shy to just ask for what you want? So you bide your time waiting for me to hurry away to my office.

All so you can sneak into my dirty laundry and jerk yourself off to the smell of my pussy. Pathetic. How often do you find yourself balls deep in my laundry basket, huh? Oh.

Well, you suppose you could do worse than once a week. Fuck, you look ridiculous. So focused on me, you just sit there, sweaty thighs splayed wide open.

Your dick jutting toward the sky. Look at it. Even after all this talk, you're so hard it's practically weeping.

Your eyes are so big, I'm afraid they're gonna roll right out of your head. What's the matter? Too horny to even have some basic decency? A little shame? Shouldn't you be rushing to recover your dignity? Aye, aye, aye.

Oh, poor baby. Can't even get the words out. What's wrong, sweetheart? Your brain still doesn't work at all? Oh, why not? You seemed so capable of focusing on my panties just a little while ago.

Is it because I'm getting so close to you? Oh, of course you're overwhelmed. Here I am, standing over you, my hands only inches away from your hard, naked dick.

I'm sure just thinking about feeling my fingers brushing against those thighs is almost enough to pop your top. You usually have to paw through my pussy-soaked laundry to get this close to my body, yeah? You know, this moment here, just the two of us, alone in this apartment, our hearts racing.

It's exciting, isn't it? You thought you'd spend another regular afternoon secretly cumming your brains out in my chair, but everything's different now. How does it feel being so close to me? Can you smell my perfume? You feel the heat rising in the air between us.

We're so close it's practically direct body heat at this point. Tell me something. Are you gonna steal the pair I'm currently wearing, too? Hmm? Do you like thinking about everything I might have done today wearing these panties? Every haul I had to walk, every time I sat down, crossed my legs, took a nice long stretch.

I bet even though I'm standing right here, you still can't stop thinking about stealing this set out of that basket. Hmm? Answer me, sweetness.

Mm-hmm, of course you are. I bet part of that impressive erection is your deviant little mind absolutely aching to find out what color my panties were today. You know, my pussy has been humming since the moment I laid eyes on you in that chair.

Mm-hmm, it's true. There you are, normally so reserved and thoughtful, planful and reasonable, completely undone by scraps of lace and silk. All that self-possession crumbling to ash in my hands.

How could I not be positively throbbing? You know, since you're being so good, I'll let you in on a little secret. The set I wore today is sapphire blue.

Mm-hmm, yeah, so all of my messy, slippery wetness you caused, it's all plainly on display. Does it excite you how nobody but me and you knows how I like to pair a high-cut bikini with garters and socks? You're the only one who knows just how hot it can get between my thighs.

Who knows the smell of that friction on the silk that grinds against my pussy lips all day long? Them, I get to run their fingers over my lace, fill their noses and melt their brains as often as they want. It's a little secret you got to keep all to yourself for so long.

Hmm. Show me. You heard me.

I want to watch you come. I want to see the reward that's driving your little undercover raids. Don't you want to show me how I make you feel? You're here, huddled in my chair, drowning your empty brain in the scent of pussy all alone, wishing you could touch me.

Run your tongue over me, maybe even bend me over this leather chair and fuck me. Just know every time I'm out of the house, you're here, leaking cum all over yourself while you think about pushing your dick deep inside me. I want to see what you look like when your thoughts catch up to you and you're helpless to do anything but squeeze your hand up and down until you're all empty.

Hmm. Please. Oh, that's a good boy.

Fuck, it's so pretty. Yes, pretty. Look at it, all swollen and rotten, straining so hard.

Is that another drop of cum on you? It is. I'm a little impressed you haven't accidentally cum all over the front of my shirt.

But you wouldn't do that, would you? No, you wouldn't, because you're my good boy, right? Right.

Fuck. Fuck, I'm so good. I, uh, I might have a proposition for you.

Say you're sorry, and I'll help you get off. Oh, what do I mean? I mean, you're going to look me in the eye and apologize to me like a man.

Then, you're going to sit back in that chair with your hands over the arms, and I'm going to slob and suck on your dick until I decide to let you cum. Oh, I'm completely serious. You see me getting down here on my knees, don't you? But first, you apologize.

Just a teensy little apology, nothing more. How does that sound? That's what I thought you'd say.

Now repeat after me. Ma'am, I'm sorry for sneaking around in your room, stealing your underwear, and risking stains by masturbating on your furniture. Good.

Good. I will say, I promise to ask your permission from now on whenever I need your panties to cum. Fuck, seeing that mouth being so obedient is such a treat.

Alright, finally. I'm a helpless cum-brained slut and man enough to admit that I need you to help me cum to my senses, ma'am. Oh wow, a pretty please.

That's a little off script, isn't it? You're right, it is more polite. Come here.

If your hands touch my head, I'll leave you aching and unfulfilled where you sit. If you cum before I say you can, I'll never touch you again. Say yes, ma'am, I understand.

Repeat the rules back to me. And. ..

Excellent. You know, one last thing. Stuff those panties in your mouth, crotch first.

But, I was perfectly clear. I want you to wedge those panties in your mouth so I can see how your eyes roll back when I make you cum with the taste of my pussy on your tongue. And you can let them fall out when it's time.

You know, with your mouth stuffed and your eyes so wide, you look like a prize pig. Good. Stay.

Just a little lick. That's so hard.