aphanon_meme | part 344 birdies going tweet tweet tweet

part 344 birdies going tweet tweet tweet

on my little boat on the meme! How was your weekend, meme? Good, I hope! I am LOVING these updates, by the way! I feel like it's Christmas! But in October and November! It's really refreshing to have new material and it kinda feels like a ~rejuvenation~ in the fandom! Well... anywho!

Enjoy part 344!

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/She laughs at that and shakes her head./

I should have been more clear, hm? Watching you pleasure yourself would be more enjoyable than watching you stand here, I think~

I suppose it would...

[he doesn't really masturbate too much, because he really doesn't have to with his extensive list of bed partners, but why not]

[but first let him gather up the bills in his apron, he wouldn't want to lose any of those]

Is right here fine with you...?

Here? In the corner? That seems unglamorous. Is there somewhere else available>?

/She'll add more when they're done./

Ah... Well, supposedly there is a stage used for touching...

[or at least that's what the OP said]

Would that be slightly more glamorous...?

[though he's not really sure he'd call masturbation glamorous in any sense]

I think so, yes.

Come, I'll help you warm up~

/She reaches for his arm to wrap hers around it and lead him to the stage./

[goes willingly]

"Warm up"...?

[he hadn't realized he need to warm up before masturbating, but okay]

What would I need to do...?

/She winks at him./

I'll take care of you~

/Nothing, nothing at all. She leads him up onto the "stage" and looks around curiously./

This is all right?

[that provides comfort, though he's never minded an audience before]

It's fine... Go ahead.

[warm his body!]

/She nods and leans in for a brief kiss of his cheek, then nudges him toward a seat./

Unless you'd like to stand~

/She'll be on her knees either way. She brushes her hand over his apron, then slips it under./

[shakes his head, sitting is fine with him]

The customer is always right...

[he's already reacting to the touches as he takes his seat and parts his legs, the slight bulge apparent underneath]

Mm, I think I'm beginning to like that phrase~

/She can feel it, too, and sinks to her knees between his legs as she begins lightly rubbing his sack underneath the apron, avoiding his cock for now./

So, were you actually interested in the long story, or was it simply an excuse?

[he will remember to use that phrase more often, if it results in pretty ladies giving him this kind of attention]

I'm genuinely interested... Please, go ahead...

[as he relaxes against the back of the chair to enjoy the sensations]

Mmm, so a while ago there was this child... ah perhaps it's best to start from the beginning.

/She slowly fondles him as she pushes the apron back against his belly to expose him./

There was a competition for... the best nation, I believe. My memory is a bit fuzzy, but I was a judge.

/She doesn't remember who won. Her other hand idly rubs the inside of his thigh./

[allow him to help]

[holds the apron up out of the way, it seems a bit pointless to even keep it on right now, but taking it off would require moving and effort]

A child...? Hn. I don't believe I was around for this contest...

You'll find that's a part of the story.

/She glances up and smiles and lightly brushes his cock with her fingertips./

Anyway, a very handsome man was a contestant, and, well, it was simply too much, I had to ask him out. Or, rather, flirt.

/That's what she calls it./

He was very receptive.

/She thumbs the head then lightly grasps his cock and begins stroking in a slow motion./

[he's gazing back down in return, though his expression is becoming more and more flushed]

[and the harder his dick becomes, the lower his attention span drops]

Is that so... He is a lucky man... to have caught your attention...

Mm, thank you~

/She rewards him with a flick of her wrist and speeds up her hand./

To put it shortly, we enjoyed a very passionate, yet slightly awkward in retrospect, night together.

/She kisses his thigh, then places another one a little closer to the action./

You see, it seems that the handsome man was not what he appeared to be.

[sucks in a sharp breath of air and feels the muscles of his thighs involuntarily twitch in response]

I see... And this caused you doubt regarding my existence? What was his secret...?

[this is almost sounding like one of his mother's tales]

He had stolen something very precious to become the handsome man, you see.

/She kisses a bit closer, then breathes on the length of his cock as she strokes faster./

A bit of magic, a wand, from England, he said.

/She's speaking just an inch or so away from his cock./

I didn't believe him at first, but when I saw it with my own eyes, well...

/She pulls away from his cock entirely and sits back on her heels, resting her hands on his knees./

Mm, perhaps I'll tell you the rest while you finish yourself off~?

[he can feel the hot breath against the sensitive already-hot skin, trying hard to prevent himself from moving his hips up to meet your hand and lips]

[starts to moan softly, but it was cut off the moment he heard a magic wand from England]

...

[he needn't hear the rest of the story, he's very familiar with it]

He... he was me... wasn't he?

/She smiles up at him, pleasantly, though with an edge of something else./

Aaaah, so it seems you've heard this story before! My apologies, sometimes it's difficult to remember who around here knows what.

/She makes no move to help him out with his problem./

[he doesn't return the smile, in fact he's looking quite disturbed]

But he... me... is a child...

[does that mean...?]

[well, this is taking the sexy out of the situation and his hard-on pretty fast]

/Yes, it does, and she's oddly glad to see he's not entertained by it. She lets out the smallest of sighs./

Yes. It was quite... ah, well, it's old news.

/... She feels bad. And looks away, bringing her hands back to herself./

[this is a bit awkward]

Are you... alright...?

[he's not sure if he should give a comforting hug or recommend a therapist]

Yes, I'm fine.

/Neither. Neither is best. She glances at him again then rolls her eyes, mainly at herself and stands to smooth out her skirt./

Yes, well... ah I apologize, I seem to have put you in a precarious situation.

/She doesn't want to apologize, but she feels it's necessary. It's a shame he's so hot, but she no longer wants to play this game./

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