Lily adjusted the measuring tape in her hands, her palms slightly clammy. The small private room at the refugee center felt both clinical and intimate, with its white walls and single fluorescent light buzzing overhead. She glanced at the clipboard Phil had handed her, the list of measurements she needed to take staring back at her like a dare. Height. Weight. Arms. Legs. Privates. The word felt heavy, almost mocking her.She heard the door click open behind her and turned, her breath catching in her throat. Malik stood there, his broad frame nearly filling the doorway. His dark skin glistened under the harsh light, and his muscles seemed to ripple with every small movement. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and loose-fitting pants, but even those couldn’t hide his imposing presence.“Hi,” Lily managed, her voice trembling just slightly. “I’m Lily. I’ll be taking your measurements today.”Malik’s lips curved into a warm smile, his eyes locking onto hers. “Nice to meet you, Lily,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, carrying the faintest hint of an accent. “You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen since I arrived.”She felt a blush creep up her neck. “I’m glad I can help. Let’s get started, shall we?” She gestured toward the chair in the corner, trying to keep her tone professional. “Just need to take some basic information first.”They spent a few minutes going through the paperwork, Malik answering her questions with ease. His story was heartbreaking—fleeing Sierra Leone, leaving everything behind—but he spoke with a quiet strength that made Lily admire him instantly. She found herself leaning in closer, captivated by his presence.“Alright,” she said, setting the clipboard aside. “Now, I need to take your measurements. Are you… um, comfortable with that?”Malik raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on his lips. “All of them?”Lily’s cheeks burned. “Yes. It’s… it’s part of the process. I’m sorry.”He shrugged, his expression unbothered. “I don’t mind.” He stood, his towering frame making Lily feel even smaller. “Where do you want me?”“Just… uh, stand there,” she stammered, gesturing to the center of the room. She picked up the measuring tape, her hands trembling slightly as she approached him. She started with his height, then moved on to his arms and legs, her fingers brushing against his skin as she worked. Every touch sent a small shiver through her, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body.When it came time for the last measurement, she hesitated, her heart pounding. “I… uh… need to measure your… privates,” she mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.Malik chuckled softly. “Go ahead. I’ve got nothing to hide.”Her hands shook as she unbuttoned his pants, her breath hitching as she slid them down. Her eyes widened as his underwear came into view, the fabric straining against something massive. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. “Oh my God,” she whispered before she could stop herself.Malik’s grin widened. “Impressed?”She didn’t answer, her hands trembling as she pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, even in its soft state. She couldn’t help but stare, her mind racing. He’s huge. Like… four times the size of Tom. She quickly grabbed the measuring tape, her hands brushing against him as she took the measurement. “Eight inches,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.“You’ll need to measure it hard too,” Malik said, his tone casual but his eyes gleaming with mischief.Lily’s heart skipped a beat. “Right. Yes. Um… how do you want to…?”He tilted his head, his grin widening. “Do you mind helping a bit? It really helps to have a… touch.”She hesitated, her mind racing. “I have a boyfriend,” she blurted out, as if that would somehow stop the heat pooling between her legs.“I promise it won’t take long,” Malik said, his voice low and smooth. “Just… put the tip in your mouth. It’ll be quick.”Her breath hitched, her mind warring with her body. This is crazy. I can’t do this. But her body was already moving, her lips parting as she leaned in. The moment she felt the warmth of his skin against her tongue, she let out a small moan, her eyes fluttering shut. Malik groaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him deeper.The door creaked open, and Lily froze, her lips still wrapped around Malik. Phil stood there, his eyes widening in surprise. “Oh, hi Lily,” he said, his tone unnervingly calm. “Your boyfriend is on the phone. He said he wanted to talk to you. I’ll let him know you have your… hands full.”As Phil left, Lily pulled away, her face burning with humiliation. Malik chuckled, his hands trailing down her arms. “He didn’t seem too bothered.”“I’m mortified,” Lily whispered, her hands covering her face.Malik tilted her chin up, his eyes locking onto hers. “Don’t be. You were just doing your job.” His thumb brushed against her lower lip, sending a shiver through her. “Have you ever had a BBC inside you?”Lily’s breath hitched. “No,” she whispered.“Do you want to try?” His voice was low, almost a purr.“I… I can’t. That’s cheating.”“How about I just put the tip inside you?” he suggested, his fingers trailing down to her waist. “Just so you can test it. And then straight out. Not really sex, so not really cheating.”She hesitated, her body screaming for more. “Just the tip?”“Just the tip,” he confirmed, his hands already pulling her toward the sofa.She lay back, her heart pounding as Malik leaned over her, his massive frame hovering above her. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. His cock rested against her small, tight pussy, the heat of it making her gasp.Her phone buzzed loudly, shattering the moment. She groaned, grabbing it from the table. “Hello?” she answered, her voice breathless.“Hey, babe,” Tom’s voice came through the line. “How’s it going?”

Lily, a volunteer at a refugee center, measures Malik, a new arrival from Sierra Leone, as part of her duties, becoming increasingly flustered by his imposing presence and the intimate nature of the task. During the measurement of his privates, Lily is unable to resist Malik’s charm and takes him in her mouth. They are interrupted by Phil, who informs Lily that her boyfriend is on the phone, leaving Lily mortified and Malik amused.

Lily adjusted the measuring tape in her hands, her palms slightly clammy. The small private room at the refugee center felt both clinical and intimate, with its white walls and single fluorescent light buzzing overhead. She glanced at the clipboard Phil had handed her, the list of measurements she needed to take staring back at her like a dare. _Height. Weight. Arms. Legs. Privates._ The word felt heavy, almost mocking her.

She heard the door click open behind her and turned, her breath catching in her throat. Malik stood there, his broad frame nearly filling the doorway. His dark skin glistened under the harsh light, and his muscles seemed to ripple with every small movement. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and loose-fitting pants, but even those couldn’t hide his imposing presence.

“Hi,” Lily managed, her voice trembling just slightly. “I’m Lily. I’ll be taking your measurements today.”

Malik’s lips curved into a warm smile, his eyes locking onto hers. “Nice to meet you, Lily,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, carrying the faintest hint of an accent. “You’re the first friendly face I’ve seen since I arrived.”

She felt a blush creep up her neck. “I’m glad I can help. Let’s get started, shall we?” She gestured toward the chair in the corner, trying to keep her tone professional. “Just need to take some basic information first.”

They spent a few minutes going through the paperwork, Malik answering her questions with ease. His story was heartbreaking—fleeing Sierra Leone, leaving everything behind—but he spoke with a quiet strength that made Lily admire him instantly. She found herself leaning in closer, captivated by his presence.

“Alright,” she said, setting the clipboard aside. “Now, I need to take your measurements. Are you… um, comfortable with that?”

Malik raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on his lips. “All of them?”

Lily’s cheeks burned. “Yes. It’s… it’s part of the process. I’m sorry.”

He shrugged, his expression unbothered. “I don’t mind.” He stood, his towering frame making Lily feel even smaller. “Where do you want me?”

“Just… uh, stand there,” she stammered, gesturing to the center of the room. She picked up the measuring tape, her hands trembling slightly as she approached him. She started with his height, then moved on to his arms and legs, her fingers brushing against his skin as she worked. Every touch sent a small shiver through her, and she could feel the heat radiating off his body.

When it came time for the last measurement, she hesitated, her heart pounding. “I… uh… need to measure your… privates,” she mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.

Malik chuckled softly. “Go ahead. I’ve got nothing to hide.”

Her hands shook as she unbuttoned his pants, her breath hitching as she slid them down. Her eyes widened as his underwear came into view, the fabric straining against something massive. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. “Oh my God,” she whispered before she could stop herself.

Malik’s grin widened. “Impressed?”

She didn’t answer, her hands trembling as she pulled down his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, even in its soft state. She couldn’t help but stare, her mind racing. _He’s huge. Like… four times the size of Tom._ She quickly grabbed the measuring tape, her hands brushing against him as she took the measurement. “Eight inches,” she muttered, her voice barely audible.

“You’ll need to measure it hard too,” Malik said, his tone casual but his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Lily’s heart skipped a beat. “Right. Yes. Um… how do you want to…?”

He tilted his head, his grin widening. “Do you mind helping a bit? It really helps to have a… touch.”

She hesitated, her mind racing. “I have a boyfriend,” she blurted out, as if that would somehow stop the heat pooling between her legs.

“I promise it won’t take long,” Malik said, his voice low and smooth. “Just… put the tip in your mouth. It’ll be quick.”

Her breath hitched, her mind warring with her body. _This is crazy. I can’t do this._ But her body was already moving, her lips parting as she leaned in. The moment she felt the warmth of his skin against her tongue, she let out a small moan, her eyes fluttering shut. Malik groaned softly, his hands tangling in her hair as she took him deeper.

The door creaked open, and Lily froze, her lips still wrapped around Malik. Phil stood there, his eyes widening in surprise. “Oh, hi Lily,” he said, his tone unnervingly calm. “Your boyfriend is on the phone. He said he wanted to talk to you. I’ll let him know you have your… hands full.”

As Phil left, Lily pulled away, her face burning with humiliation. Malik chuckled, his hands trailing down her arms. “He didn’t seem too bothered.”

“I’m mortified,” Lily whispered, her hands covering her face.

Malik tilted her chin up, his eyes locking onto hers. “Don’t be. You were just doing your job.” His thumb brushed against her lower lip, sending a shiver through her. “Have you ever had a BBC inside you?”

Lily’s breath hitched. “No,” she whispered.

“Do you want to try?” His voice was low, almost a purr.

“I… I can’t. That’s cheating.”

“How about I just put the tip inside you?” he suggested, his fingers trailing down to her waist. “Just so you can test it. And then straight out. Not really sex, so not really cheating.”

She hesitated, her body screaming for more. “Just the tip?”

“Just the tip,” he confirmed, his hands already pulling her toward the sofa.

She lay back, her heart pounding as Malik leaned over her, his massive frame hovering above her. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her panties, pulling them down slowly. His cock rested against her small, tight pussy, the heat of it making her gasp.

Her phone buzzed loudly, shattering the moment. She groaned, grabbing it from the table. “Hello?” she answered, her voice breathless.

“Hey, babe,” Tom’s voice came through the line. “How’s it going?”

In Measuring Up, Lily starts her days as a new volunteer at a local refugee support centre, processing new arrivals and becoming mesurements from their heads their feet to their junk. Things become challenging when she encounters a rugged, Muscular newcomer named Malik.

Things escalate quickly as Lily quickly gives in to the temptation contemplating every inch that she measures, unable to deny the spark she feels for Malik

    - What tropes or sexual themes are explored in the story?

Malik's Size
Lily soon finds that she will not be able to keep her eyes (or hands off of his) o as she wrestles secretly with her growing attraction

His اهم. full masculine sensuality is accentuated in the small measruemnt room.

and the satisfaction he receives from this process

The Forbidden Fuck
Recalling speakng with Malik at the make shift photo booth, the media-side uncertainty about her response to his potency

As Lily gets Maliks privates from soft and hard measurements she becomes completely infactuated by his cock, and his obvious arousal with every inch he gives her to work with

Her momentary reluctance is soon is cast aside by the Fuck-herself

Lily asks Malik "How about he could just put the tip and then pull right out",
Classes explore being addicted to a sexual sensation that takes just seconds to get  used to

The boyfriend who receives the call

Temptation is afoot with Tom's call and

The story deals heavy with a struggle of infidelity and the thrill of finding satisfaction in sex, when Lily can value romance

Measuring Up Male Sexual Experience /facts/

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