I am a professional at faking orgasms. I'm so good at it that I'd been approached by a government agent to do it professionally.

I had just started having sex when I realized that I wasn’t built for pleasure. No matter how hard he tried, my first boyfriend couldn’t get me to cum. It got on his nerves, I guess, and he told me to fake it. I felt so hurt by his lack of a will to pleasure me that I decided to try my best to annoy him with my over-activeness when I “came” for him. I have been told I have a talent for over-acting. <br><br>I have been faking orgasms ever since. I even got kicked out of a porn audition for it. I started to feel like I wasn’t built for pleasure. I had started to lose hope when he approached me. <br><br>A man in a black suit approached me at a bar. He flashed a badge at me. <br><br>“You’ve been recommended to me.” He said. <br><br>“For what?”, I asked. <br><br>“For the pleasure program.” He answered. <br><br>I scoffed. “I’m not very good in bed.” I said. <br><br>“Not for that pleasure program”, he answered. “For the one in which we make you cum as many times as you want until you can fake one out convincingly enough to trick a professional from our agency.” He pulled out a tablet from his suitcase. “This is what we call the cum boy. It is a sex toy with AI that can adjust to please any vagina.” He showed me diagrams and descriptions of the cum boy. <br><br>“It’s too good to be true.” I said. <br><br>“Fine.” He said. “How about we let you try it out first?”