November 6, 2025 • 29 mins
At Unbound Goddess, there is only one rule. You can never stand still. You must... Choose.
This Episode's Choice:
The goddess wants to be seen. She chooses the "free use" party, entering a formal event completely naked. She is touched, tasted, used, and worshipped by a kaleidoscope of guests, her body a sacred container for their desires. After a night of total surrender, she discovers her journey isn't over. A final, unspoken tension with the director's assistant must be resolved, and the only way out is through pleasure.
You can vote for what happens in the next episode here!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled Unbound Goddess and is written by our own Roxy Callahan.
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
This Episode's Choice:
The goddess wants to be seen. She chooses the "free use" party, entering a formal event completely naked. She is touched, tasted, used, and worshipped by a kaleidoscope of guests, her body a sacred container for their desires. After a night of total surrender, she discovers her journey isn't over. A final, unspoken tension with the director's assistant must be resolved, and the only way out is through pleasure.
You can vote for what happens in the next episode here!
This Season's Story:
This season of Choose is titled Unbound Goddess and is written by our own Roxy Callahan.
More Passionate Stories For You:
And don't forget to check out our host's erotica podcast. It's hotter than a Summer beach! Roxy's Erotic Whispers.
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Speaker 1 (00:01):
Hello, my lovelas. This is Roxy Callahan and welcome to
season two of Choose, the erotic podcast, where you get
to decide what happens next. You're back in your cabin,
the director's words echoing in the quiet room. A free
use party or the glory Hole. The choice feels less
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like a dilemma and more like a question of what
kind of pleasure you're now ready to claim. You pace
the floor thinking it through the glory Hole. Part of
you is undeniably intrigued. You think back to the Gang Bang,
to the stunning, overwhelming sensation of the parade of cocks,
the idea of experiencing lots of different sizes and shapes again,
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the sheer variety of it is a thrill. It's simple, anonymous,
a pure physical service with a raw enjoyment of variety.
There's a dark, depraved deficiency to it that part of
your new self finds appealing. But it's anonymous. That's the
part that gives you pause. A mouth and a wall.
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You wouldn't see their faces, wondn't be able to lock
into their eyes and see their desire, to look over
your shoulder and watch them come. It feels like a
function but a hidden one, a secret. Then you think
about the party, the idea of socializing, of being in
a room with music and conversation and have people who
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want you, not just one or ten in a line,
but a whole room full of people. The idea of
them walking up in the middle of a sentence and
just taking you. Now, that's intoxicating. It's not a secret,
it's a celebration. It's not just about the act. It's
about them wanting you openly and you letting them. The
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decision crystallizes in your mind, sharp and clear. The glory
whole is about the joy of variety. The party is
an ascension. You want to be seen, you want to
be worshiped. The decision is made. You walk into the
director's office with a new kind of energy, the buzz
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of desire. You don't wait for him to speak. I've
made my choice the party. I'm excited about the free use.
He smiles, a slow, appreciative expression.
Speaker 2 (02:30):
I've thought you might choose that, but.
Speaker 1 (02:32):
I'm curious how free is the use. The director leans
back his gaze, intensifying, as if you've just asked the
most important question of all Ah.
Speaker 2 (02:45):
The magic of that word free, It is the sexiest
and most dangerous concept in the world.
Speaker 1 (02:52):
He leans forward, his voice dropping to an intimate, conspiratorial tone.
Speaker 2 (02:58):
This isn't an assault. It's an act of profound trust.
It is essentially pre negotiated universal consent.
Speaker 1 (03:08):
You must look confused, because he elaborates his words, painting
an intoxicating picture.
Speaker 2 (03:15):
Imagine for a moment, an entire room where the word
no doesn't need to exist, because you have already in advance,
given your total enthusiastic yes to the entire experience. You're
not a person they must woo or ask or negotiate with.
You are a goddess. You are a gift. You are
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agreeing right now to be an object of pleasure for
the evening. We are building a sacred container, and the
boundaries of that container are your limits.
Speaker 1 (03:47):
He pauses, letting that sink in.
Speaker 2 (03:50):
Think of the liberation of that.
Speaker 1 (03:52):
His voice weaves a spell.
Speaker 2 (03:55):
You don't have to think. You don't have to decide
moment to moment, You just receive. You are free to
surrender completely to the pleasure, to exist purely as sensation,
knowing that you are perfectly safe within those walls you designed.
No connections, no expectations, no baggage, just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Speaker 1 (04:17):
He smiles.
Speaker 2 (04:18):
Of course, you can revoke that consent at any time.
Your safe word is simply no, and you can use
it anytime you like. But the goal, the goal is
to give in so completely you forget you even have it.
Speaker 1 (04:33):
His words send a jolt of pure arousal through you.
The idea of that much surrender, protected by your own rules,
is the sexiest thing you've ever heard. He picks up
a pen.
Speaker 2 (04:46):
So, goddess, what are the walls of your temple? What
are your limits?
Speaker 1 (04:52):
You think for a moment. The oldie would have had
a list a mile long. The new you, one who
is just filled by ten men, her list is much shorter.
No scat and no real violence or pain, no slapping
or choking. You pause, a thrill running up your spine
as you say the next words. But everything else, Yes,
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everything else is welcome. Let's see how it goes. The
director takes notes as you talk. A slow, deeply satisfied
smile spreads across his face. He nods when you're done.
Speaker 2 (05:30):
Perfect. The party is tonight.
Speaker 1 (05:35):
You arrive at the main lodge that evening in your
stomach plummets. It's not just a party, it's a gala.
Men are walking in wearing sharp black tuxedos and women
are dripping in silks and jewels, and you, you're standing
there in playing khakis in a simple cotton blouse. You
feel like a delivery person who's shown up at the
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wrong door. A wave of self consciousness, a feeling you
thought you burned away, washes over you. You're about to
turn and run, convinced you have misunderstood, when the director's
assistant flags you down from the entrance. Her red hair
is pinned up and she looks severe and stunning in
a black dress. Come with me. Her voice is all business.
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You follow her, your heart hammering, feeling the eyes of
the other guests on your laughably simple clothes. She leads
you not into the main party, but down a short
carpeted hallway into a private changing room. It's small, plush
and empty. Get completely naked. Her back is to you
as she checks something on a small table. Your stomach
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does a backflip. What she turns when eyebrow raised. Your
clothes are not part of the free use agreement. Get
completely naked, then go through that door. And enter the party.
She gestures to another door, one that presumably leads to
the main room. A thought is both the most terrifying
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and the most thrilling thing you've ever heard. To walk
into that room full of those beautiful dressed up people
wearing nothing. But this is what you chose, This is
the liberation. You strip off your clothes, your hands shaking,
and fold them onto a small bench. You stand before
the assistant bear. She gives you an appraising glance. Her
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eyes seem to linger as she slowly looks you over.
She then nods at the door. Go. You take a deep,
shuddering breath and push the door open. You step out.
The room is a sea of sound and color, music
and laughter and the clinking of glasses. For a moment,
no one notices you. Then a few eyes wander over,
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They take you in a flicker of interest, and then
they drift away. You aren't a spectator, You're an amenity.
The sheer, naked normality of it is the most shocking
thing of all. You're standing there, frozen, wondering what to do,
when a young man barely out of his teens and
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looking sharp in his tucks, walks it right up to you.
He doesn't ask, he doesn't talk. He just reaches out
with both hands and starts to feel your tits. His
hands are warm and surprisingly gentle. His thumb's circling your nipples,
his palms weighing your breasts. You stand there, your breath
hitched as he explores you. It's so blatant, so devoid
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of pretext, it's almost innocent. He stops, looks you right
in the eye, and says you have great tits, and
then he just walks off, grabbing a drink from a
passing waiter. You're still processing this when a stunning woman
in an emerald dress holding a champagne flute glides over.
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She smiles at you, a low, knowing smile, and immediately
cuts your pussy with her free hand, her fingers pressing
against your lips.
Speaker 3 (09:01):
Oh this won't do. You aren't nearly wet enough. She
starts to stroke your clip through your lips. Her touch
expert and confident. A jolk of pure, shameless excitement shoots
through you. It's so daring, so thrilling.
Speaker 1 (09:17):
You can feel yourself getting turned on, a dampness beginning
to form, but you're not dripping. It's enough however, for
her to slide a single elegant finger inside you. She
pulls it out in front of everyone and brings it
to her mouth and sucks it clean. Oh, you taste wonderful.
Her eyes close for a second. She turns and calls
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over to a man in a perfectly tailored tuxedo.
Speaker 4 (09:43):
Walter, you must taste this young thing. Her pussy is exquisite.
The man, impeccably handsome comes over. He doesn't hesitate, just
hands his drink to his wife and slides a finger
between your pussy lips.
Speaker 1 (09:57):
He strokes and rubs, and you realize the jolt that
he's really, really good at fingering. He knows exactly where
to apply pressure, a firm, circling motion that has your
hips starting to twitch. You feel yourself getting wetter. The
juice is flowing for him. He slides two fingers in,
moves them in a come hither motion that makes your
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knees buckle, and then pulls them out and brings them
to his own lips, sucking them clean. Oh yes, his
eyes are still on your crotch.
Speaker 2 (10:28):
She tastes amazing.
Speaker 1 (10:30):
He puts to a plush high back to veil of
a chair, nearby.
Speaker 2 (10:33):
Sit on there and spread your legs.
Speaker 1 (10:36):
He who obey your body, humming completely under their spell.
You sit on the edge of the chair and part
your thighs, exposing yourself to them. They don't hesitate. The
wife goes down on you, first, her tongue a sharp,
darting thing that focuses right on your clip. Then the husband,
his tongue broad and lapping, coating you. They take turns.
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A sensual actis to rhythm their enthusiasm, a palpable thing.
You aren't close to coming. Your mind is too busy
reeling at the spectacle. But the way they share you,
their open, vocal appreciation for your taste, it's just so
incredibly hot. They stand, give you a shared smile, as
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if you've just commented on the wine, and wander off
into the crowd. You're left on the chair, your pussy tingling.
Your thigh is damp with their saliva, your mind reeling
from the elegant sensual violation. Before you can even process
the encounter, before you can even think about standing up,
a new figure blocks your view. It's a short, dumpy
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man in a rumpled suit. His eye's glassy and his
tie loose. He's already on zipping his pants, and he
pulls out a surprisingly thick, veiny dick. He doesn't ask,
he doesn't compliment you. He just shoves it towards her face.
Speaker 2 (11:56):
Suck my cock.
Speaker 1 (11:58):
The command is so crude, so jarringly different from the
sensual couple, that it takes you a second to react.
But this is the agreement, This is the point. You
are here to be used, not wooed. You slowly slide
off the chair and onto your knees on the plush carpet,
your eyes level with his belt. You take him into
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your mouth. He tastes of musk and sweat. He immediately
shoves your head down, his hand gripping the back of
your hair, and begins to fuck your throat. It's not loving,
it's functional. He's using your mouth to get off. He grunts,
his belly pressing against her forehead, and with a final
deep thrust, he comes in a thick torrent. You swallow.
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It's almost automatic now he pulls out, zips up, and
walks away without another word. You stand up, your knees
a little shaky, your mouth tasting of him. You're thirsty.
You need a moment to reset, to get a drink.
You walk over to the bar, acutely aware of your
own nakedness, your body already marked and used. The bartender,
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impeccably professional, doesn't blink water please, you manage to say.
As you stand there waiting, you feel a hand on
your ass, not a grab, not a slap, just a hand.
You turn your head. A man in a sharp tuxedo
is standing next to you, deep in conversation with a friend,
sipping a scotch. He's absent mindedly stroking your bare ass cheek,
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his fingers tracing lazy circles, his palm resting on you
as if it were a velvet arm rest. He's not
even looking at you. He's just enjoying the feel of
you while he has a conversation. This, in its own way,
is almost more shocking than the blowjob, the casualness of it.
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You are an object, a piece of art to be touched.
The bartender hands you the water. The man's hand moves away.
He never once made eye contact. Take a sip of water,
your body humming with a strange passive power. You walk
through the crowd, a naked ghost among the beautifully dressed.
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A man with intense, dark eyes stops you. He doesn't
touch you, just looks you up and down, his gaze
lingering on your pussy and then your ass. He points
to a heavy mahogany console table against the wall, laden
with untouched flower arrangements.
Speaker 2 (14:25):
Bend over that table, ass up.
Speaker 1 (14:28):
A thrill of pure, helpless arousal shoots through you. Yes,
this is it. You don't hesitate. You walk over, hand
your water to a passing guest, who takes it without question,
and place your hands on the cool, polished wood. You
bend at the waist, sticking your ass out, perfectly exposed
to the room. You hear his tuxedo jacket russell the
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unmistakable sound of a zipper. He's inside you in one hard,
deep thrust. There's no lu but you're wet enough from
the couple's attention, in your own bil excitement. He grabs
your hips and fucks you standing doggy style. He thrusts
hard and fast and deep. His hand is on the
small of your back, holding you steady as he hammers
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into you. It's quick, brutal, and intensely arousing. You're being
fucked in the middle of a formal party, bent over
a piece of furniture like a goddess. He groans, pulls out,
and you feel his hot, sticky comes sposh all over
your ass, cheeks. He's gone before you can even stand
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up straight. You stand, your legs trembling. You're a mess,
comes dripping down the back of your thighs. You look
around and grab a cocktail napkin from the table, trying
to clean yourself, feeling a flush of not shame but messiness.
Before you can wipe, a woman's hand gently takes the
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napkin from you. No, let me help. You turn to
see a woman with short black hair and a mischievous smile.
Before you can even react, she kneels behind you. You
feel her hot, wet tongue tracks a line through the
sticky cum on your ass. A jolt, totally unexpected, it
shoots through you. She proceeds to lick the come clean,
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her tongue, lapping you with a hungry, eager enthusiasm. As
she does, her other hand sneaks around your hip, her
fingers finding your pussy. She starts to play with your clit,
rubbing and stroking while her mouth continues to clean. You fiss.
This is everything, the depravity of being licked clean, the
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thrill of her fingers, the residual pulse of being fucked.
You have to brace yourself against the table, a low
moan escaping your lips. The woman's tongue and fingers send
a jolt of unexpected pleasure through you. You have to
brace yourself against the table, a low moan, escaping your lips.
She finishes, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smile,
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and melts back into the crowd. You are a vortex
of sensation, a nexus of pleasure. You stand, your pack
an ass still slick, your pussy tingling, and you feel divine.
The night dissolves, time loses all meaning. You are a
body moving through a dream of pure id. A man
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taps your shoulder. You turn. He's older, with a kind face,
and he's already got his cock out. He doesn't command,
just looks at you with a quiet, pleading hunger. You
don't even sigh, You just kneel. It's your function tonight,
a sacred duty. You take him in your mouth, now
a practiced expert tool. He's quick, his hand resting on
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your head, almost like a blessing. He comes you swallow,
You stand, wiping your chin ready for the next thing.
A man with dark, intense eyes stops you, not with
his hands, but with his gaze. He doesn't go for
your body, he goes for your mouth. He pulls you
into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores you, and
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he tastes like expensive whiskey and mint. It's intoxicating, the
most intimate act of the night. You're lost in the kiss,
your hands gripping his tuxedo jacket, and then you feel it.
A presence behind you, the unmistakable, hot, blunt press of
a hard cock at your entrance. You casp into the kiss,
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and a second man slides inside you. The man you're
kissing smiles against your lips. He knows you are being
split shared, your senses overloaded, the taste of whiskey on
his tongue and the blunt, powerful force of a stranger
moving deep inside your pussy. It's a dizzying electric paradox,
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and you feel your knees weaken before the man behind
you has even pulled out. A woman with a sharp,
ecstatic laugh grabs your hand. Her grip is like iron.
Oh no, you're not done, she laughs, like the tingle
of party glasses. She yanks you stumbling across the room
to where another almost impossibly beautiful woman is lounging on
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a chase. Gabby looks bored. The first woman says her
voice is a command, fix that. She pushes you hard
onto your knees in front of the lounging woman. Gabby
looks down at you, amused, and slowly parts her thighs.
You're on your knees again, but this time the offering
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is different. You lean in your face, brushing the soft hair.
A taste is musky, sweet, entirely female. Mere days ago,
you weren't sure you would enjoy sex with a woman.
Now you love the taste and feel of it. You
lick in the woman above you size her eyes, closing,
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her fingers tangling in your hair. You're back on your feet,
your mouth still tasting of her. Two men laughing corner
you near the bar, which one first one asks on zipping,
why not? Both the other replies already hard. They stand
side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and both present their cocks.
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It's an absurd, wonderful, decadent image. You're on your knees again,
position between them. You take one in your mouth, suck
him deep while stroking the other with your hand. Then
you move to the other, back and forth. It becomes
a rhythm. Your head moves between them. You feel their
hands in your hair, one on each side, duiding you,
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petting you. A warm, heavy bracket of male desire. The
night goes on. You're fucked, sucked, you fuck you suck.
You are a vessel and instrument, a goddess of pure sensation,
and you have never felt so alive. The night is
a blur, a kaleidoscope of faces, cocks, pussies, hands and mouths.
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You are the beating, carnal heart of the party, and
you are ecstatic, the crowdest thinning. The music has softened.
You're standing near a window, your body humming, slick with
the sweat and seed of half a dozen encounters or more.
When the director walks up to you, your heart leaps.
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You realize that his cold distance has heightened a feeling
you hadn't let surface. You want to fuck him. Finally,
this is it. He's here to claim his prize, to
put his seal of approval on you, and you are ready, so.
Speaker 2 (21:45):
So ready, and how are things going?
Speaker 1 (21:48):
His eyes twinkle, though his hands remain clasped behind his back.
This is amazing. Your body is still thrumbing. I've never
felt so wanted, so free. He nods, a proud, fatherly
smile on his face. Good and to your crushing, plumbing disappointment,
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he just walks away. He doesn't put his hand on
your ass, or feel your tits, or even grays your arm.
He just nods and leaves a cold, strange emptiness echoes
in your chest. You are a gift for everyone but him.
The party is over. The last of the guests are
filtering out, leaving you standing naked and suddenly very alone
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in the debris of the gala. The director's assistant walks
over her face back towards neutral, almost judging mask. Time
to go. You nod, your body's sore and satisfied, and
follow her as she walks you toward the changing room.
You're just a few feet from the door, from the
promise of your clothes when a man's hand grabs your
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arm from one last one. He's a drunk, late straggler,
still buzzing with the party's energy. He points to his
crotch already on zipping on your knees. You hesitate. The
party is over. You look at the assistant, your first
instinct to say no, that you're done, that the agreement
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has ended. She just looks at the man, then at you,
her expression unreadable, and then she gives a wicked smile
in a single sharp nod, permission, a command. You are
it seems still on dewey. Of course you could say no,
the word has power here, but you don't. This goddess
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is a giving goddess, you think. You go down on
the man, your knees protesting on the hard floor. You
take his cock into your mouth, your movements practiced, almost automatic.
Now you glance up at him, just a glimpse of
a flushed face, but your gaze his pull as if
by a magnet to the assistant. She is standing right there, watching,
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But she's not watching the man. She is staring, her
eyes absolutely fixed on you, on your mouth, on your head, bobbing,
on the way you take the man's cock. Her mask
is gone, replaced by an expression of such intense, ron
complicated hunger. It shocks you. Is that jealousy? Is it longing?
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You can't be sure, but it's a look of profound,
almost painful desire. The man in your mouth groans his
hand tangling in your hair. He pulls out, but holds
your head in his hand as he explodes, unleashing thick,
hot ropes of cumb all over your face, into your hair,
dripping from your chin and eyelashes. He steps back, zips up,
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and stumbles away. He stands slowly blinking, a sticky, blinding mess.
The assistant looks at the cum dripping from your face,
and the genuine, unexpected laugh escapes her, nice, closing things
out with a comalk. The next afternoon, you meet with
the director. You're still vibrating, your skin still tingling from
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the memory of one hundred different touches. You're not just jazzed,
You're alive in a way you've never been. You loved
the raw, carnal simplicity of it, the power of just
being pleasure, of fucking and being fucked by anyone who
desired you.
Speaker 2 (25:31):
You were a true goddess last night.
Speaker 1 (25:34):
His smile is warm and genuine as you sit.
Speaker 2 (25:37):
You gave your gift freely and beautifully.
Speaker 1 (25:40):
It was incredible. I loved it. The feeling of being
wanted by everyone, the freedom to just say yes to
it all. It was the most amazing, raw pleasurable thing.
He nods pleased.
Speaker 2 (25:57):
You have learned to be a vessel. You have learned
to be a gift. You've learned to accept pleasure that
is yours, yours to give and yours to claim. Your
time with us is almost done, and you've come so far.
Speaker 1 (26:11):
His expression grows more serious, more analytical.
Speaker 2 (26:15):
However, I've noted that there is one final thread, attention,
that must be resolved before you can truly ascend and graduate.
Speaker 1 (26:25):
You're confused, Well, what do you mean what tension? He
looks at you, his gaze penetrating, as if he's seeing
something you've been avoiding.
Speaker 2 (26:36):
My assistant.
Speaker 1 (26:38):
The name hangs in the air. It's not even a name.
You don't know her name. She's just the assistant. You
immediately think of her watching you, of that strange, hungry,
jealous look in her eyes as you gave that final blowjob.
But then you think back to your arrival and her
dismissive and almost cruel attitude towards you, like you were
beneath her. You feel flush of something, irritation, curiosity.
Speaker 2 (27:05):
I'm not sure what it is, but you two seem
to have a tension between you, a friction. It's been
there since you arrived. It's the last thing holding you back.
Your next choice is to use your new powers as
the Goddess to transcend that tension. You must confront it,
either by serving her or by commanding her. To erase
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that friction, you must replace it with pleasure.
Speaker 1 (27:31):
He leans forward, his voice a low final command.
Speaker 2 (27:36):
Your choice is this. You will go down on her
until she comes on your mouth, or you will let
her go down on you until you do the same.
Speaker 1 (29:00):
Three
Hello, my lovelas. This is Roxy Callahan and welcome to
season two of Choose, the erotic podcast, where you get
to decide what happens next. You're back in your cabin,
the director's words echoing in the quiet room. A free
use party or the glory Hole. The choice feels less
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like a dilemma and more like a question of what
kind of pleasure you're now ready to claim. You pace
the floor thinking it through the glory Hole. Part of
you is undeniably intrigued. You think back to the Gang Bang,
to the stunning, overwhelming sensation of the parade of cocks,
the idea of experiencing lots of different sizes and shapes again,
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the sheer variety of it is a thrill. It's simple, anonymous,
a pure physical service with a raw enjoyment of variety.
There's a dark, depraved deficiency to it that part of
your new self finds appealing. But it's anonymous. That's the
part that gives you pause. A mouth and a wall.
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You wouldn't see their faces, wondn't be able to lock
into their eyes and see their desire, to look over
your shoulder and watch them come. It feels like a
function but a hidden one, a secret. Then you think
about the party, the idea of socializing, of being in
a room with music and conversation and have people who
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want you, not just one or ten in a line,
but a whole room full of people. The idea of
them walking up in the middle of a sentence and
just taking you. Now, that's intoxicating. It's not a secret,
it's a celebration. It's not just about the act. It's
about them wanting you openly and you letting them. The
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decision crystallizes in your mind, sharp and clear. The glory
whole is about the joy of variety. The party is
an ascension. You want to be seen, you want to
be worshiped. The decision is made. You walk into the
director's office with a new kind of energy, the buzz
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of desire. You don't wait for him to speak. I've
made my choice the party. I'm excited about the free use.
He smiles, a slow, appreciative expression.
Speaker 2 (02:30):
I've thought you might choose that, but.
Speaker 1 (02:32):
I'm curious how free is the use. The director leans
back his gaze, intensifying, as if you've just asked the
most important question of all Ah.
Speaker 2 (02:45):
The magic of that word free, It is the sexiest
and most dangerous concept in the world.
Speaker 1 (02:52):
He leans forward, his voice dropping to an intimate, conspiratorial tone.
Speaker 2 (02:58):
This isn't an assault. It's an act of profound trust.
It is essentially pre negotiated universal consent.
Speaker 1 (03:08):
You must look confused, because he elaborates his words, painting
an intoxicating picture.
Speaker 2 (03:15):
Imagine for a moment, an entire room where the word
no doesn't need to exist, because you have already in advance,
given your total enthusiastic yes to the entire experience. You're
not a person they must woo or ask or negotiate with.
You are a goddess. You are a gift. You are
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agreeing right now to be an object of pleasure for
the evening. We are building a sacred container, and the
boundaries of that container are your limits.
Speaker 1 (03:47):
He pauses, letting that sink in.
Speaker 2 (03:50):
Think of the liberation of that.
Speaker 1 (03:52):
His voice weaves a spell.
Speaker 2 (03:55):
You don't have to think. You don't have to decide
moment to moment, You just receive. You are free to
surrender completely to the pleasure, to exist purely as sensation,
knowing that you are perfectly safe within those walls you designed.
No connections, no expectations, no baggage, just pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Speaker 1 (04:17):
He smiles.
Speaker 2 (04:18):
Of course, you can revoke that consent at any time.
Your safe word is simply no, and you can use
it anytime you like. But the goal, the goal is
to give in so completely you forget you even have it.
Speaker 1 (04:33):
His words send a jolt of pure arousal through you.
The idea of that much surrender, protected by your own rules,
is the sexiest thing you've ever heard. He picks up
a pen.
Speaker 2 (04:46):
So, goddess, what are the walls of your temple? What
are your limits?
Speaker 1 (04:52):
You think for a moment. The oldie would have had
a list a mile long. The new you, one who
is just filled by ten men, her list is much shorter.
No scat and no real violence or pain, no slapping
or choking. You pause, a thrill running up your spine
as you say the next words. But everything else, Yes,
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everything else is welcome. Let's see how it goes. The
director takes notes as you talk. A slow, deeply satisfied
smile spreads across his face. He nods when you're done.
Speaker 2 (05:30):
Perfect. The party is tonight.
Speaker 1 (05:35):
You arrive at the main lodge that evening in your
stomach plummets. It's not just a party, it's a gala.
Men are walking in wearing sharp black tuxedos and women
are dripping in silks and jewels, and you, you're standing
there in playing khakis in a simple cotton blouse. You
feel like a delivery person who's shown up at the
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wrong door. A wave of self consciousness, a feeling you
thought you burned away, washes over you. You're about to
turn and run, convinced you have misunderstood, when the director's
assistant flags you down from the entrance. Her red hair
is pinned up and she looks severe and stunning in
a black dress. Come with me. Her voice is all business.
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You follow her, your heart hammering, feeling the eyes of
the other guests on your laughably simple clothes. She leads
you not into the main party, but down a short
carpeted hallway into a private changing room. It's small, plush
and empty. Get completely naked. Her back is to you
as she checks something on a small table. Your stomach
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does a backflip. What she turns when eyebrow raised. Your
clothes are not part of the free use agreement. Get
completely naked, then go through that door. And enter the party.
She gestures to another door, one that presumably leads to
the main room. A thought is both the most terrifying
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and the most thrilling thing you've ever heard. To walk
into that room full of those beautiful dressed up people
wearing nothing. But this is what you chose, This is
the liberation. You strip off your clothes, your hands shaking,
and fold them onto a small bench. You stand before
the assistant bear. She gives you an appraising glance. Her
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eyes seem to linger as she slowly looks you over.
She then nods at the door. Go. You take a deep,
shuddering breath and push the door open. You step out.
The room is a sea of sound and color, music
and laughter and the clinking of glasses. For a moment,
no one notices you. Then a few eyes wander over,
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They take you in a flicker of interest, and then
they drift away. You aren't a spectator, You're an amenity.
The sheer, naked normality of it is the most shocking
thing of all. You're standing there, frozen, wondering what to do,
when a young man barely out of his teens and
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looking sharp in his tucks, walks it right up to you.
He doesn't ask, he doesn't talk. He just reaches out
with both hands and starts to feel your tits. His
hands are warm and surprisingly gentle. His thumb's circling your nipples,
his palms weighing your breasts. You stand there, your breath
hitched as he explores you. It's so blatant, so devoid
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of pretext, it's almost innocent. He stops, looks you right
in the eye, and says you have great tits, and
then he just walks off, grabbing a drink from a
passing waiter. You're still processing this when a stunning woman
in an emerald dress holding a champagne flute glides over.
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She smiles at you, a low, knowing smile, and immediately
cuts your pussy with her free hand, her fingers pressing
against your lips.
Speaker 3 (09:01):
Oh this won't do. You aren't nearly wet enough. She
starts to stroke your clip through your lips. Her touch
expert and confident. A jolk of pure, shameless excitement shoots
through you. It's so daring, so thrilling.
Speaker 1 (09:17):
You can feel yourself getting turned on, a dampness beginning
to form, but you're not dripping. It's enough however, for
her to slide a single elegant finger inside you. She
pulls it out in front of everyone and brings it
to her mouth and sucks it clean. Oh, you taste wonderful.
Her eyes close for a second. She turns and calls
(09:40):
over to a man in a perfectly tailored tuxedo.
Speaker 4 (09:43):
Walter, you must taste this young thing. Her pussy is exquisite.
The man, impeccably handsome comes over. He doesn't hesitate, just
hands his drink to his wife and slides a finger
between your pussy lips.
Speaker 1 (09:57):
He strokes and rubs, and you realize the jolt that
he's really, really good at fingering. He knows exactly where
to apply pressure, a firm, circling motion that has your
hips starting to twitch. You feel yourself getting wetter. The
juice is flowing for him. He slides two fingers in,
moves them in a come hither motion that makes your
(10:18):
knees buckle, and then pulls them out and brings them
to his own lips, sucking them clean. Oh yes, his
eyes are still on your crotch.
Speaker 2 (10:28):
She tastes amazing.
Speaker 1 (10:30):
He puts to a plush high back to veil of
a chair, nearby.
Speaker 2 (10:33):
Sit on there and spread your legs.
Speaker 1 (10:36):
He who obey your body, humming completely under their spell.
You sit on the edge of the chair and part
your thighs, exposing yourself to them. They don't hesitate. The
wife goes down on you, first, her tongue a sharp,
darting thing that focuses right on your clip. Then the husband,
his tongue broad and lapping, coating you. They take turns.
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A sensual actis to rhythm their enthusiasm, a palpable thing.
You aren't close to coming. Your mind is too busy
reeling at the spectacle. But the way they share you,
their open, vocal appreciation for your taste, it's just so
incredibly hot. They stand, give you a shared smile, as
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if you've just commented on the wine, and wander off
into the crowd. You're left on the chair, your pussy tingling.
Your thigh is damp with their saliva, your mind reeling
from the elegant sensual violation. Before you can even process
the encounter, before you can even think about standing up,
a new figure blocks your view. It's a short, dumpy
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man in a rumpled suit. His eye's glassy and his
tie loose. He's already on zipping his pants, and he
pulls out a surprisingly thick, veiny dick. He doesn't ask,
he doesn't compliment you. He just shoves it towards her face.
Speaker 2 (11:56):
Suck my cock.
Speaker 1 (11:58):
The command is so crude, so jarringly different from the
sensual couple, that it takes you a second to react.
But this is the agreement, This is the point. You
are here to be used, not wooed. You slowly slide
off the chair and onto your knees on the plush carpet,
your eyes level with his belt. You take him into
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your mouth. He tastes of musk and sweat. He immediately
shoves your head down, his hand gripping the back of
your hair, and begins to fuck your throat. It's not loving,
it's functional. He's using your mouth to get off. He grunts,
his belly pressing against her forehead, and with a final
deep thrust, he comes in a thick torrent. You swallow.
(12:42):
It's almost automatic now he pulls out, zips up, and
walks away without another word. You stand up, your knees
a little shaky, your mouth tasting of him. You're thirsty.
You need a moment to reset, to get a drink.
You walk over to the bar, acutely aware of your
own nakedness, your body already marked and used. The bartender,
(13:04):
impeccably professional, doesn't blink water please, you manage to say.
As you stand there waiting, you feel a hand on
your ass, not a grab, not a slap, just a hand.
You turn your head. A man in a sharp tuxedo
is standing next to you, deep in conversation with a friend,
sipping a scotch. He's absent mindedly stroking your bare ass cheek,
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his fingers tracing lazy circles, his palm resting on you
as if it were a velvet arm rest. He's not
even looking at you. He's just enjoying the feel of
you while he has a conversation. This, in its own way,
is almost more shocking than the blowjob, the casualness of it.
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You are an object, a piece of art to be touched.
The bartender hands you the water. The man's hand moves away.
He never once made eye contact. Take a sip of water,
your body humming with a strange passive power. You walk
through the crowd, a naked ghost among the beautifully dressed.
(14:09):
A man with intense, dark eyes stops you. He doesn't
touch you, just looks you up and down, his gaze
lingering on your pussy and then your ass. He points
to a heavy mahogany console table against the wall, laden
with untouched flower arrangements.
Speaker 2 (14:25):
Bend over that table, ass up.
Speaker 1 (14:28):
A thrill of pure, helpless arousal shoots through you. Yes,
this is it. You don't hesitate. You walk over, hand
your water to a passing guest, who takes it without question,
and place your hands on the cool, polished wood. You
bend at the waist, sticking your ass out, perfectly exposed
to the room. You hear his tuxedo jacket russell the
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unmistakable sound of a zipper. He's inside you in one hard,
deep thrust. There's no lu but you're wet enough from
the couple's attention, in your own bil excitement. He grabs
your hips and fucks you standing doggy style. He thrusts
hard and fast and deep. His hand is on the
small of your back, holding you steady as he hammers
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into you. It's quick, brutal, and intensely arousing. You're being
fucked in the middle of a formal party, bent over
a piece of furniture like a goddess. He groans, pulls out,
and you feel his hot, sticky comes sposh all over
your ass, cheeks. He's gone before you can even stand
(15:33):
up straight. You stand, your legs trembling. You're a mess,
comes dripping down the back of your thighs. You look
around and grab a cocktail napkin from the table, trying
to clean yourself, feeling a flush of not shame but messiness.
Before you can wipe, a woman's hand gently takes the
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napkin from you. No, let me help. You turn to
see a woman with short black hair and a mischievous smile.
Before you can even react, she kneels behind you. You
feel her hot, wet tongue tracks a line through the
sticky cum on your ass. A jolt, totally unexpected, it
shoots through you. She proceeds to lick the come clean,
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her tongue, lapping you with a hungry, eager enthusiasm. As
she does, her other hand sneaks around your hip, her
fingers finding your pussy. She starts to play with your clit,
rubbing and stroking while her mouth continues to clean. You fiss.
This is everything, the depravity of being licked clean, the
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thrill of her fingers, the residual pulse of being fucked.
You have to brace yourself against the table, a low
moan escaping your lips. The woman's tongue and fingers send
a jolt of unexpected pleasure through you. You have to
brace yourself against the table, a low moan, escaping your lips.
She finishes, licking her lips clean with a satisfied smile,
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and melts back into the crowd. You are a vortex
of sensation, a nexus of pleasure. You stand, your pack
an ass still slick, your pussy tingling, and you feel divine.
The night dissolves, time loses all meaning. You are a
body moving through a dream of pure id. A man
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taps your shoulder. You turn. He's older, with a kind face,
and he's already got his cock out. He doesn't command,
just looks at you with a quiet, pleading hunger. You
don't even sigh, You just kneel. It's your function tonight,
a sacred duty. You take him in your mouth, now
a practiced expert tool. He's quick, his hand resting on
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your head, almost like a blessing. He comes you swallow,
You stand, wiping your chin ready for the next thing.
A man with dark, intense eyes stops you, not with
his hands, but with his gaze. He doesn't go for
your body, he goes for your mouth. He pulls you
into a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explores you, and
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he tastes like expensive whiskey and mint. It's intoxicating, the
most intimate act of the night. You're lost in the kiss,
your hands gripping his tuxedo jacket, and then you feel it.
A presence behind you, the unmistakable, hot, blunt press of
a hard cock at your entrance. You casp into the kiss,
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and a second man slides inside you. The man you're
kissing smiles against your lips. He knows you are being
split shared, your senses overloaded, the taste of whiskey on
his tongue and the blunt, powerful force of a stranger
moving deep inside your pussy. It's a dizzying electric paradox,
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and you feel your knees weaken before the man behind
you has even pulled out. A woman with a sharp,
ecstatic laugh grabs your hand. Her grip is like iron.
Oh no, you're not done, she laughs, like the tingle
of party glasses. She yanks you stumbling across the room
to where another almost impossibly beautiful woman is lounging on
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a chase. Gabby looks bored. The first woman says her
voice is a command, fix that. She pushes you hard
onto your knees in front of the lounging woman. Gabby
looks down at you, amused, and slowly parts her thighs.
You're on your knees again, but this time the offering
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is different. You lean in your face, brushing the soft hair.
A taste is musky, sweet, entirely female. Mere days ago,
you weren't sure you would enjoy sex with a woman.
Now you love the taste and feel of it. You
lick in the woman above you size her eyes, closing,
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her fingers tangling in your hair. You're back on your feet,
your mouth still tasting of her. Two men laughing corner
you near the bar, which one first one asks on zipping,
why not? Both the other replies already hard. They stand
side by side, shoulder to shoulder, and both present their cocks.
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It's an absurd, wonderful, decadent image. You're on your knees again,
position between them. You take one in your mouth, suck
him deep while stroking the other with your hand. Then
you move to the other, back and forth. It becomes
a rhythm. Your head moves between them. You feel their
hands in your hair, one on each side, duiding you,
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petting you. A warm, heavy bracket of male desire. The
night goes on. You're fucked, sucked, you fuck you suck.
You are a vessel and instrument, a goddess of pure sensation,
and you have never felt so alive. The night is
a blur, a kaleidoscope of faces, cocks, pussies, hands and mouths.
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You are the beating, carnal heart of the party, and
you are ecstatic, the crowdest thinning. The music has softened.
You're standing near a window, your body humming, slick with
the sweat and seed of half a dozen encounters or more.
When the director walks up to you, your heart leaps.
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You realize that his cold distance has heightened a feeling
you hadn't let surface. You want to fuck him. Finally,
this is it. He's here to claim his prize, to
put his seal of approval on you, and you are ready, so.
Speaker 2 (21:45):
So ready, and how are things going?
Speaker 1 (21:48):
His eyes twinkle, though his hands remain clasped behind his back.
This is amazing. Your body is still thrumbing. I've never
felt so wanted, so free. He nods, a proud, fatherly
smile on his face. Good and to your crushing, plumbing disappointment,
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he just walks away. He doesn't put his hand on
your ass, or feel your tits, or even grays your arm.
He just nods and leaves a cold, strange emptiness echoes
in your chest. You are a gift for everyone but him.
The party is over. The last of the guests are
filtering out, leaving you standing naked and suddenly very alone
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in the debris of the gala. The director's assistant walks
over her face back towards neutral, almost judging mask. Time
to go. You nod, your body's sore and satisfied, and
follow her as she walks you toward the changing room.
You're just a few feet from the door, from the
promise of your clothes when a man's hand grabs your
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arm from one last one. He's a drunk, late straggler,
still buzzing with the party's energy. He points to his
crotch already on zipping on your knees. You hesitate. The
party is over. You look at the assistant, your first
instinct to say no, that you're done, that the agreement
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has ended. She just looks at the man, then at you,
her expression unreadable, and then she gives a wicked smile
in a single sharp nod, permission, a command. You are
it seems still on dewey. Of course you could say no,
the word has power here, but you don't. This goddess
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is a giving goddess, you think. You go down on
the man, your knees protesting on the hard floor. You
take his cock into your mouth, your movements practiced, almost automatic.
Now you glance up at him, just a glimpse of
a flushed face, but your gaze his pull as if
by a magnet to the assistant. She is standing right there, watching,
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But she's not watching the man. She is staring, her
eyes absolutely fixed on you, on your mouth, on your head, bobbing,
on the way you take the man's cock. Her mask
is gone, replaced by an expression of such intense, ron
complicated hunger. It shocks you. Is that jealousy? Is it longing?
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You can't be sure, but it's a look of profound,
almost painful desire. The man in your mouth groans his
hand tangling in your hair. He pulls out, but holds
your head in his hand as he explodes, unleashing thick,
hot ropes of cumb all over your face, into your hair,
dripping from your chin and eyelashes. He steps back, zips up,
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and stumbles away. He stands slowly blinking, a sticky, blinding mess.
The assistant looks at the cum dripping from your face,
and the genuine, unexpected laugh escapes her, nice, closing things
out with a comalk. The next afternoon, you meet with
the director. You're still vibrating, your skin still tingling from
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the memory of one hundred different touches. You're not just jazzed,
You're alive in a way you've never been. You loved
the raw, carnal simplicity of it, the power of just
being pleasure, of fucking and being fucked by anyone who
desired you.
Speaker 2 (25:31):
You were a true goddess last night.
Speaker 1 (25:34):
His smile is warm and genuine as you sit.
Speaker 2 (25:37):
You gave your gift freely and beautifully.
Speaker 1 (25:40):
It was incredible. I loved it. The feeling of being
wanted by everyone, the freedom to just say yes to
it all. It was the most amazing, raw pleasurable thing.
He nods pleased.
Speaker 2 (25:57):
You have learned to be a vessel. You have learned
to be a gift. You've learned to accept pleasure that
is yours, yours to give and yours to claim. Your
time with us is almost done, and you've come so far.
Speaker 1 (26:11):
His expression grows more serious, more analytical.
Speaker 2 (26:15):
However, I've noted that there is one final thread, attention,
that must be resolved before you can truly ascend and graduate.
Speaker 1 (26:25):
You're confused, Well, what do you mean what tension? He
looks at you, his gaze penetrating, as if he's seeing
something you've been avoiding.
Speaker 2 (26:36):
My assistant.
Speaker 1 (26:38):
The name hangs in the air. It's not even a name.
You don't know her name. She's just the assistant. You
immediately think of her watching you, of that strange, hungry,
jealous look in her eyes as you gave that final blowjob.
But then you think back to your arrival and her
dismissive and almost cruel attitude towards you, like you were
beneath her. You feel flush of something, irritation, curiosity.
Speaker 2 (27:05):
I'm not sure what it is, but you two seem
to have a tension between you, a friction. It's been
there since you arrived. It's the last thing holding you back.
Your next choice is to use your new powers as
the Goddess to transcend that tension. You must confront it,
either by serving her or by commanding her. To erase
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that friction, you must replace it with pleasure.
Speaker 1 (27:31):
He leans forward, his voice a low final command.
Speaker 2 (27:36):
Your choice is this. You will go down on her
until she comes on your mouth, or you will let
her go down on you until you do the same.
Speaker 1 (29:00):
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