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I swirled my tongue around as I took him farther in my mouth. And farther…and farther.God, how big is this thing?I opened my eyes and, doing my best to ignore the strange painting, looked down at the enormous cock in my mouth. There was still quite a ways for me to go if I was going to get the whole thing in.

Giving blowjobs to Joe had always been so easy and boring. It was like sucking on a little tootsie roll. But blowing Ryder? It was like trying to jam a water bottle down my throat. A warm, meaty, delicious water bottle, but still a water bottle. I gagged and pulled back.

“Damn man, this thing is huge,” I muttered. He thrust his hips out to tell me to keep going.

I tried to deepthroat him once more before accepting defeat and focusing more on tongue action. I worked his tip with my tongue while my hands stroked up and down his shaft in a sort of blowjob/handjob hybrid.

He groaned behind the wall. It felt like he was getting even harder.

He definitely wanted me. And I wanted him. God, I wanted him so badly. I was soaking wet. Would this be the day I finally broke my dry spell and had sex with Ryder Storm? It certainly wasn’t how I pictured my first time with him, but I was oddly turned on by the whole thing. Not getting to see his face and doing it in public made it so naughty and forbidden. I mean…literally anyone could walk in and see us. It was freaking exhilarating. This was so much better than trying different smoothie flavors. I kept sucking as I looked around for a chair I could stand on to bang him…

And then I felt his warm cum shoot into the back of my mouth. I had not been expecting that…at all. I gagged a little and pulled back. Which meant my mouth wasn’t there to contain his next shot. The sticky white liquid shot onto my chest. I looked down in horror.

Not my dress!That thing cost $2000 and now it was ruined with a big cumstain right on my left breast. I pulled on the fabric to see the damage, completely forgetting about Ryder’s exploding penis.

I guess I thought he wouldn’t keep cumming when I let go. Or maybe I was too distracted by what happened to my dress. Either way, his cock didn’t care. Pro tip, ladies (or gentlemen, if you’re into this sorta thing) - when you let go of a penis mid-orgasm, the force of the cumshot makes it shootwayhigher than you’d expect. It’s like when a really weak guy tries to use a firehose in a cartoon. I experienced it firsthand as Ryder’s unrestrained cock blasted cum all over my chin and up onto my forehead, narrowly missing my eyes.

At that point I should have moved out of the way, but apparently I thought it would be better to catch the rest of it in my mouth. I wasn’t fast enough though, so his fourth and final shot mostly went all over my chin and neck.

Fantastic.At least I could take solace in the fact that Ryder hadn’t seen me completely botch the end of his blowjob.

Just then I heard the exhibit doors open. The docent’s voice filled the room.

Shit, shit, shit!It was funalmostgetting caught. But I’d literally die from embarrassment if they saw me. It would be worse than Incident #2…when I’d raped Dr. Lyons.Oh God…did I just mouth rape Ryder?No…he definitely wanted it. And he’d been totally asking for it by putting his cock in that painting. So that knocked this down to somewhere near Incident #3 status…the elevator curtsey incident. Nope, it was worse than that. Because I was covered in cum.Screw my life!I searched the room for a good hiding spot. But there wasn’t much. Unless I wanted to hide amongst the erect terracotta soldiers or duck behind a 6-foot penis sculpture, my only hope was to make a run for theemergency exit. I hiked up the bottom of my dress and sprinted toward the doors.

And I somehow made it out just in time.I think.I hadn’t heard anyone laughing or anything. But they were members of the Society, so they’d probably seen worse. I looked over my shoulder to make sure they weren’t following me for a gangbang. By some miracle, they weren’t. And there was a bathroom just around the corner. It was my lucky night.Or Ryders, if you know what I mean.#HorseFacts.Damn it! I hate hashtags! They’re so hard!But he had been hung like a horse…

My phone buzzed just as I walked into the bathroom.

Ryder:Sorry, had to run. Major crisis at one of my factories. I’ll explain tomorrow.

How rude.First he hid behind a painting for our first sexual encounter, and then he left without even saying thank you? Blowing him was supposed to make him fall in love with me, not make him run away. Why did I have to be crushing on the weirdest billionaire in the world?

And more importantly, how awkward was work going to be tomorrow?

Stalker Problems - Chapter 37 - So Much Awkward

Wednesday – May 10, 2023

It was absolutely impossible to focus on work the next morning. Chastity kept trying to get more details about what I had done to Ryder, while all I could think about waswhenRyder was going to get to work. It was almost noon and there was still no sign of him.

Was he too embarrassed to even be in the same room as me? The thought that the blowjob had been unwanted had definitely crossed my mind. And when I say crossed my mind, I mean it literally kept me up the entire night. My rapey tendencies had been why I’d decided to become a hermit. But then I inexplicably gave up the #HermitLife and left my apartment. And joined a freaking sex club! What was I thinking?!

“#HermitLife!” I yelled. “I did it!”

Chastity didn’t even seem fazed by my outburst. She finished what she was typing and turned to me. “What? No. There was literally zero context. You can’t just yell out weird hashtags and expect them to be a thing.”

I know.It made sense in my head. Just like the fact that in my head it seemed like Ryder wanted me to rape him. I mean, not rape him. I meant that it was consensual even though there were no verbal cues. You know what I mean! He seemed into it. Couldn’t he have just escaped from the painting if he didn’t want it?Gah!

“So which one of these is most accurate?” asked Chastity, pointing to a bunch of bottles on her desk. There was a normal water bottle, a little short one, a 2-liter of soda, and one of those super sleek bottles of flavored water.

I raised an eyebrow. “What exactly am I looking at here?”

“You said he was the size of a bottle. Which kind is it?”

I rubbed my face.I never should have told her that.“That one,” I said, pointing to the 2-liter.

Her eyes got so big. “How did you even…” Then she glared at me. “You’re messing with me.”