Her Forbidden Desire

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I was a custom designer for penis molds, specializing in life-size adult toys for women whose husbands were away all year.

To make sure the toys were realistic, I needed to truly look and truly feel them.

That day, I received a special client, and he was the professor I had once had a crush on in college.

Sir, Im going to take off your pants now.

Inside my workroom, there was a large bed, and the male client wearing a baron mask lay on it, spread out like a starfish, with both hands and feet locked to the rings on the bed.

The former was for both of our privacy, and the latter was to ensure my safety as the custom designer.

Todays male client had a great body, over six feet tall, dressed in a crisp suit, and carrying the cool scent of cologne.

When he lay on the bed, his Adams apple, chest muscles, and crotch formed a raised line that easily stirred my desire.

Your voice sounds a little familiar. The male clients voice was deep and magnetic, with a slightly cool trailing note, and it made my heart itch for an instant.

However, on the surface, I remained unmoved.

Youre not allowed to flirt with the designer, sir, so please follow our rules.

I took out an extremely thin pair of gloves and put them on, then bent down to unbuckle his belt.

Just from the outside, I could already glimpse the power of the beast trapped inside its cage.

My heartbeat began to speed up, and I licked my lips, then slid my hand under his waist and signaled for him to lift his hips.

Then Ill put it another way. He seemed to want to move, but the locking rings restrained him. I really like your voice. Can you moan a few times for me? Otherwise, I might not be able to get hard.

He sounded very helpless.

Without pausing at all, I pulled out the belt.

Of course, thats part of the service to begin with. However, since your wife has never spoken with me over voice, and you havent provided your wifes voice either, I cant imitate her voice to help you get in the mood.

Id rather you use your own.

I looked at his masked face, and a hint of sarcasm flashed through my eyes.

It seemed this was a man who was unfaithful to his wife.

But what did that have to do with me? I only liked this job because of a certain reason no one knew.

Okay. Honey, sir, or babe, which one do you prefer?

Just call me Professor, Chloe.

I froze and looked up in shock.

My hand was still pressed against the zipper of his suit pants, but my brain had crashed.

Looks like I guessed right. The male clients voice was still as pleasant as ever, but I heard a trace of familiarity in it.

My gaze fixed on his neck, where his Adams apple protruded, and I found a small crimson mole one inch below it.

In that instant, it was as if lightning had struck me.

In college, I had liked my economics professor for three years, and every time I had a wet dream, I pinned him beneath me, most obsessed with kissing the red mole on his neck.

Professor Foster?

The male client admitted it quickly. Its me, Adrian Foster, but Im no longer a teacher now.

My hands began to tremble a little, and I spent three seconds forcing myself to calm down.

What a coincidence. However, to make sure the toy customization goes smoothly, and to put your wife at ease, I hope youll keep the fact that you know me a secret, Professor Foster.

I can promise to keep it a secret for you.

Before I could let out a sigh of relief, I heard Adrian Foster speak again. But you have to tell me why youre in this line of work. I remember your family background was good, and your grades were excellent, so you didnt need to make a living doing this kind of dirty work for a girl.

I hadnt expected him to comment on my work that way.

It wasnt contempt, but rather seemed like a kind of pity.

For a moment, something in my heart stirred, and after weighing it, I told him the truth.

Im a sex addict.

I said that sentence very calmly, but inside, there was a faint trace of tension.

After all, Adrian Foster was the man I had liked for three years, and he had once been my college professor.

Now, however, I was about to profane his body.

But to my surprise, Adrian Foster did not show a very shocked reaction, and instead, as if discussing academics, he asked me very seriously.

Is it a craving for the male body?

Under his calm mood, the tension in my heart also disappeared, and I told him honestly, Yes. At first, I satisfied my addiction by dating boyfriends, but after those boyfriends learned about my condition, they all called me a slut.

But its completely normal for women to have sexual needs, and I simply have a stronger sex drive than most people and say out loud what I need sexually, so how does that make me a slut?

I hate how this society covers womens mouths, restrains womens thoughts, and restrains womens desires.

I had never talked about these things with any client before, and Adrian Foster was the first.

I also told him that I didnt want to become a prostitute, and that becoming a penis mold designer was my way out.

By touching mens sexual organs, my mental craving for sex would be satisfied, which would reduce my physical desire.

Would I get wet?

Of course I would, but I could still be satisfied without doing anything more.

Adrian Foster did not laugh at me, but instead said very seriously, Im glad youre willing to tell me all of this, and Ill keep your secret. However, I also hope I can be your last client.

I paused, then smiled.

Professor Foster, are you trying to save me? Theres no need.

No, I want you to save me.

I looked at him in confusion, but Adrian Foster changed the subject.

Please continue your previous work, Ms. Carter.

I curled my lip, put away that spark of curiosity, gently pulled down the zipper of his suit pants, and when my eyes touched the part of his underwear now exposed, I said in a sweet voice, Professor, youre so big.

That feeling, like having an affair, wrapped around me.

I saw Adrian Fosters Adams apple roll up and down, and desire flared in my eyes as my fingers grabbed his suit pants and pulled them open to both sides.

The hard outline wrapped inside his pouch underwear came into view, bulging, and when I placed my hand on it, one hand could not fully cover it.

Through the fabric of his underwear, I gently slid my palm over him while imitating the sounds of moaning in bed.

Adrian Fosters chest rose and fell, but his lips were pressed tightly together.

I saw his flushed earlobes and the faintly bulging veins at his temples.

He was dressed in a neat suit, with only his pants undone, and his tie still properly knotted around his neck. Beside the large bed, a womans clothes were neat, with only a hand painted in red nail polish pressed against his private area.

This scene was like many movie images of well-dressed men playing with disheveled women.

I loved this kind of desire scene where the genders were reversed.

Professor Foster, let me hear you. I pulled open his suit jacket, exposing the white shirt wrapped around his firm body, then grabbed the belt and lightly snapped it against his chest, getting exactly what I wanted when I saw two points rise through the fabric.

Adrian Foster let out a muffled groan.

My toes hidden in my high heels couldnt help curling.

This was the first time I had ever had such a reaction outside of orgasm.

Chloe, what are you waiting for? Dont you need to measure my size and my hardness? Adrian Foster spoke then, his voice hoarse.

My throat felt a little tight. Ill start serving you now, Professor.

The moment I pulled his underwear open, a rush of heat shot straight to the top of my head.

I felt my cheeks burn like fire, and more desire screamed inside me as I placed my hand over him.

The contact of skin made both Adrian Foster and me sigh.

I played with a mans pride, feeling its size and its shape.

Professor Foster, Im going to start measuring now. My skin also began to flush pink, and a tingling itch went straight to the tip of my tongue.

The mans low, sexy pants sounded intermittently in the room.

I picked up the soft measuring tape and measured the length.

A very impressive size.

Do you like it?

Of course, working with a client like you is very pleasant.

I dont want you thinking about other men right now. Adrian Fosters voice seemed to deepen a little.

I agreed quickly. At this moment, of course, there is only you in my heart, Professor Foster.

As soon as the words fell, I felt that proud place grow even more excited.

I spun my fingertips, and the soft measuring tape lightly swept over the top, then I pulled it away neatly and saw the mans chest rise and fall in a regretful sigh.

Its already at maximum hardness, so we can make the mold now. I finished in a syrupy voice, took out the prepared body-safe silicone, and wrapped it around him.

When the shaping was complete and I removed it, the man groaned softly again.

My whole body trembled slightly as if electricity had passed through me, and after loosely clenching my hand, I went to get paper and pen, recording every bit of his state at that moment.

It was so detailed that the length was one-to-one, and so intimate that I drew every crease on the paper.

To keep him in that state, I would occasionally let out sweet, breathy moans, and I saw his body, aroused and desperate for release, unable to move.

After the final stroke was done, I held his territory.

Professor Foster, youre really perfect for restraint play.

A hot, intense feeling burst out into my palm.

When it ended, I needed to leave first, then use the remote to unlock the rings for the client after I was gone.

Adrian Foster asked me, Arent you going to take off my mask?

My fingers moved slightly.

Of course I wanted to.

When he was aroused, my mind was full of the wet dreams I used to have about his face.

Men could have dream lovers, and women could have them too.

Serving the private needs of the person from my sexual fantasies, especially when he was married, made the forbidden thrill stack higher and higher, and I desperately wanted to see his face flushed with arousal, his sexy lips slightly parted, and the way he panted.

But I said, I wont. That doesnt fit the rules of my work.

I only helped clean him up, and as I pulled up his zipper, I also sealed away the desire in my heart.

Adrian Foster pressed, If I were the last client you ever received, and this were the last time you ever did this job, would you be willing to take off my mask?

When I accepted the order from his wife, I learned that he was now an entrepreneur.

I suddenly became a little angry.

Professor Foster, I graduated so many years ago, and youre not a teacher anymore, so are you still going to control what my job is? Dont tell me youre going to use your current power to stop me from doing this work.

Otherwise, why would he repeatedly mention if he were my last client?

Adrian Foster sighed helplessly.

Chloe, dont get upset, I...

My response was the sound of me closing the door.

The next day, I finished making the life-size custom toy.

I knew this was an object meant for its female owner to use, and I restrained the urge to trace its texture with my hand, putting it into the box and packaging it properly before finally taking off my gloves.

The instant the package was sent out, I felt like a piece of my heart had gone empty.

I thought I would never have any connection with Adrian Foster again in this life.

However, that night, I received a message from the female owner.

Miss Carter, can we meet?

With the secret thought of wanting to know what kind of woman he had married, I went to the meeting.

However, after entering the private room, I realized no one was there.

After waiting for a while, a sound came from outside the door.

I was rather nervous, and I couldnt help tidying my hair, but just as I lowered my hand, I saw a pair of long legs step inside.

My eyes widened slightly.

That handsome face was almost the same as it had been several years ago, except with a bit more maturity.

Adrian Foster closed the door and sat down across from me.

Surprised its me?

I was a little unhappy. Wasnt it your wife who asked me to meet?

Adrian Foster handed me his phone and motioned for me to look.

I glanced at it and saw the chat box between me and his wife.

You two have such a good relationship. She can trust you enough to give you her SnapChat account.

Adrian Foster looked at me, emotions surging in his dark eyes.

Chloe, havent you understood yet? This is my account. I opened an alt account to chat with you. Im not married, and I dont have a wife.

While my brain crashed, Adrian Foster used his phone to open the marriage registration website and pulled up his information.

The status displayed on it was: unmarried.

Then you... I tried hard to gather my reason back and subconsciously said, Are you some kind of pervert?

He had no wife, yet he used an alt account to chat with me and needed a custom adult toy service.

...

Adrian Foster was silent for several seconds before looking at me and saying, Why cant you guess that its because I like you?

My heart suddenly skipped a beat, but I refuted him without even thinking. Impossible.

How is it impossible?

If you liked me, you had plenty of ways to meet me. Besides, I graduated so many years ago, and if you wanted to find me, why would you wait until now?

I began to feel disappointed in Adrian Foster.

After so many years apart, he had become as hypocritical and arrogant as other men.

However, I couldnt deny that I was obsessed with his body.

If the reason he gave me later was barely acceptable, I would allow him to become my bed partner.

At that moment, I heard Adrian Foster say, Im also a sex addict, and before this, I was also afraid that after you learned about my condition, you would distance yourself from me.

When I heard those words, my first reaction was that Adrian Foster couldnt even come up with a reliable excuse when he lied.

How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

A sex addict met the sex addict she had secretly loved, and the other person secretly liked her too?

However, Adrian Foster threw out a copy of his medical report, which clearly showed that he and I were the same kind of person.

When I held the report, I could feel my body violently releasing dopamine.

I was abnormally excited.

I licked my lips and looked at him. Hotel?