Stress Relief Sessions

Chapter 1: Unwinding with Erin

I’m Bruce, a college guy with a knack for getting buried under textbooks and stress. Lucky for me, I’ve got Erin, my best friend and the ultimate cure for any bad day. She’s a petite bombshell with wild brown curls, a jaw-dropping 36DD bust, and an ass that could stop traffic. As an athletic trainer, she’s always in skin-tight gear that hugs every curve of her toned body. And yeah, she’s my go-to for more than just a chat—she’s my freeuse fantasy, always down to play when the pressure’s on.

I texted her as I walked to her apartment, the weight of my classes dragging me down. Her reply was instant, casual as ever: 'Hey, stud, what’s it gonna be? Deepthroat, anal, or mutual fun?' Attached were pics and vids from our last escapades—her in tight leggings with spit glistening on her chest as my massive 9-inch cock thrust into her mouth; a video of her swallowing me clean, wiping cum off her face with a wicked grin as she licked her fingers. I smirked, typing back, 'Let’s chat first, then I’ll decide if I wanna fuck you senseless.'

Her response? A mirror selfie of her bent over, wet pussy on full display, with a simple 'Okay.' Damn, this girl knew how to play me.

When I walked into her place, Erin greeted me in a sports bra so tight it was practically painted on and spandex shorts that barely covered her perfect ass. She threw herself into a hug, pressing those massive tits against my chest, lingering just long enough to make my pulse race. 'Water?' she offered, sauntering to the kitchen, her hips swaying like a damn siren.

We settled on her living room couch, and I started venting about my hellish workload. Erin sat up straight, making her chest look even bigger, her eyes locked on mine with a mix of concern and mischief. 'Sounds like you’re drowning, Bruce,' she purred, running a hand over her curves. 'How about I take the edge off with a deepthroat blowjob? My mouth’s always open for you.'

I didn’t need to think twice. 'Hell yes,' I growled, pulling her close. Our lips crashed together in a hot, heavy makeout session, tongues battling as the heat built between us. 'Been waiting all day to see these glorious tits,' I muttered against her mouth, ripping off her sports bra with one swift tug. She let out a cute yelp, then laughed, her voice dripping with lust. 'You’re such a beast, Bruce. Use me however you want.'

I buried my face in her chest, fondling and sucking, her moans spurring me on. Her skin was warm, her scent intoxicating. 'Time to use that mouth,' I said casually, guiding her to the floor. Erin grinned, unzipping my pants with eager hands. My hard, 9-inch cock sprang free, slapping her cheek. She moaned loudly, her bright blue eyes glinting with hunger.

'Fuck, I’ve missed this,' she whispered, her tongue darting out to tease the tip before her lips wrapped around me. She worked me slow at first, bobbing on the first few inches, pulling back to spit on my cock with a filthy smirk. 'You like that, don’t you? My mouth dripping for you.' Her dirty talk had me throbbing, and I couldn’t hold back. 'Go deeper, Erin,' I commanded.

She didn’t hesitate, taking me all the way down her throat, moaning as she did, her gaze locked on mine. The sight of her—those curls bouncing, her lips stretched around me—was pure fire. I grabbed the back of her head, thrusting hard, her slurping and moaning filling the room. She started twerking, giving me a show of that tight ass in the mirror nearby. My control was slipping, the heat building fast.

I was close, so damn close. 'Open wide,' I growled, pulling out. She obeyed, sticking out her tongue as I unleashed a massive load, cum painting her face and dripping into her mouth. She swallowed it all, smiling up at me, her voice husky. 'Got another round in you, big guy?'

Hell yes, I did. And I knew exactly how I wanted her next.