Fate/Board/Theatre/Ask
From Create Your Own Story
"Maria," he swallows uncomfortably, looking very nervous... but a little excited, too. "You're a student. You know it's not appropriate for me to talk to you about this!"
He's breathing rapidly and you can see the sweat breaking out on his forehead. Your little cunt tingles at the effect you're having on this older stud of a man.
"Oh, Mr. Romero! I've been taking an AP Psychology class. I know it helps to talk! You can trust me - I won't tell a soul. It will help to get it out."
He takes a deep breath, seeming to be resigned to your pleas.
"It's just that... uh, Jesus, how do I say this... um... Mrs. Romero has trouble 'accommodating' me."
You immediately know what Mr. Romero means. You've been drooling over the absolutely massive bulge in his jeans for years. But you pretend to play innocent and dumb.
"You mean like her cooking and cleaning?"
"No, Maria, jeez..." He's turned a bright red and is literally squirming under your gaze.
"Down there." His eyes indicate his packed crotch, which seems as though it's grown a bit since you started talking. "I'm really... *really* big down there and it hurts her when we... you know, make love."
More progress. Nice.
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