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I had been needing help for the longest to master the un-mastered elements of 11th grade mathematics. But I hadn’t had the tutoring help or the compensation to cover one. My parents were basically non-existent and I lived with my grandmother (who was stressed as it was dealing with the c***dren around the neighborhood) so I was forced to keep to myself about most things. But this need of tutelage was bothersome.
A few days ago, I was in math class, failing as usual. Another test was announced to begin. I grabbed my pencil and prayed to god that I could pass this test and end the semester with a solid D. The room became quiet; the scratch of pencil on paper began to fill in my ears. I looked at the first question and my head began to spin. I held my breath, re-read the question and answered it as best I could.
And thus went the entire test. I hadn’t breathed more than fifteen times during the entire test, question after question until I got to the final question, number thirty. The last question wasn’t as hard as the others, but it was a process thinking question. I finished it with relative ease. I turned my test into the teacher and she looked at it with annoyed eyes.
“What is this shit?” She asked with a voice I had heard far too many times.
“It’s my test, ma’am.” I said as politely as I could through the fear. She shook her head and turned to the class.
“I’ll be right back, class. No noise from anyone, otherwise, it’s twenty points off for everybody.” And with that she grabbed me by the arm and walked me out of the classroom. We walked directly to the teacher’s lounge and she made herself a cup of coffee, taking a sip of the ebony liquid before giving another of her trademark huffs.
“You really want to fail this year, don’t you.” She said. More of a statement than a question. My head began to hang.
“I gave it my all, I swear.” I told her. She thrusted the hand with the coffee in it, forcing some of the liquid to spill out of the side and drop to the floor.
“You don’t understand. You failed the test, like completely. There was absolutely no right answer at all. Do you realize how this affects your grade? Let me put it this way, if you retest, let’s say you get an eighty, the drag of this completely wasted test pulls that eighty down to a sixty-five at the absolute most. And with that, you’re at an F for the semester. Do you understand that?” She said in a vicious tone.
The tone of her voice forced my head down lower; I began to study her shoes. They were open-toe high heels, black with strapped material in the front that forced the skin of her feet to press against them. Her toes were painted cherry-red, and she had obviously had a pedicure, because her feet looked as soft and as slick as butter. She kept rambling on about how I was failing, but my mind was gone, I was imagining what I would do to her if I had the chance. Rub up and down on her body, kissing on her shoes, and sucking intently at the sexy, delicious looking, cherry-red toes, forcing each one into my mouth, wetting them with saliva and licking them dry again. Then working my way up on her body until I was passed the clit and at the tits, working from there until I got to her mouth, trading sloppy kisses before I’d bend her over the fucking table and lift her legs over my head, smacking her bodacious booty until red appeared through her dark brown skin, making scratch marks on her as our tongues wrestled, making her reach a climax and then forcing my own climax back until she’d suck me, then I’d cum directly in her face, making cum drip off of her mouth and onto her clothes. Once she and I’d walk out of the teacher’s lounge, it’d smell like sex, and everything from her glasses to her stockings would be tainted with my DNA.
The thoughts brought my erection, and with my erection came her loud voice as she yelled for my attention.
“Stop looking at my feet and look me in my goddamn eyes!” She said, obviously pissed that I wasn’t giving her eye contact. Yet she didn’t know that I would give her eye contact, but in a whole other scenario. I shot my eyes back up, but my erection at her body was becoming close to visible. I had to hide it somehow; I grabbed the nearest chair and sat down, hoping that the sarcasm’d calm my genitalia down. She gave a stare that bore a hole into me and growled.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re not taking this shit seriously. You are about to fail 11th grade, and yet you show the arrogance and disrespect to the only teacher who actually gives a shit about if you pass or fail.” She said. I tried to think about what to say, and then it hit me.
“Please, Mrs. Maurice, you know I’m not trying to show arrogance or disrespect.” I said, getting up from the chair and dragging it across the floor until it was directly behind her. I put both hands on her shoulders and forced her down. Kissing her cheek, I walked and got my own chair and placed it in front of her before sitting.
“It’s just simply registering as menacing the way we’re standing like so. You and I know what the problem is, but I can’t pay for a tutor, and I simply don’t understand this math.” I said, my voice charmed and deep in an effort to seem disarming. She sat up in her chair, giving a smile that, although unintended, made my erection ratchet up again, this time reaching full view, before I quickly re-adjusted myself to where it was unseen under my oversized button-down shirt. I felt it throb as she began to speak.
“Yes, yes. I’ve talked to your mother about this, I know the details about your poverty, but I have a great solution to this: My daughter has recently graduated school, she’s interested in being a part-time tutor, but, as she’s a homeschooler, she hasn’t had much practice.” She said. I was aware of her eyes peering down at my pants, but ignored it, knowing it wasn’t anything more than her eyes wandering regularly and unintended. I nodded as she finished her statement. “So, if you’d allow her to be your tutor, I’m sure she’ll help boost your grades, and you’ll help her as well.” She said.
“Yeah, but that doesn’t bring into fruition the fact of price.” I said, the deepness in my voice shown bare as I spoke.
“She’ll do this one Gratis,” She said, her grin coming back. “She needs the experience, not the money.” I was gratified at this thought, there was a chance I could pass this forsaken grade and live a life among the graduates of schools and the makers of honest lives. We worked out the details right there in the teacher’s lounge, 10 A.M Saturday morning at a local coffee shop, and she’d stay until she felt it was enough time, or I died of misunderstanding. She then went over some things from some of my other class periods, but I wasn’t listening, I was too busy thinking about abusing her body again, mentally undressing her and licking every inch of her.
After leaving the teacher’s lounge, I headed for the boy’s bathroom. She had excused me for the remainder of the class period, which had like seven minutes remaining, but I wasn’t in need of a urinal. I went running for the gym’s locker room bathroom, closing the door behind me and locking it so that I had the solitude of the single stalled room all to myself. Then I closed the toilet seat down, sitting on top of it, unzipped my pants and pulled down my underpants, exposing my 6 ½ inch boner. The thoughts came back rushing to my head, those cherry-red toes, those firm, yet sexy jiggling thighs, the short skirt and what I imagined was underneath it, the giant bust that she had, and my imagining of licking each of the tits underneath until squirts of milk were subjected to my warm wet mouth. I jerked hard on myself, and before long, my legs were stretched out, teeth clenched, and hand moving faster up and down my dick as I imagined squirting on her lips and watching as her long tongue devoured it. I couldn’t help myself, I came spewing like a volcano, and my hand was covered in spots of white where the semen hit it. I pulled my pants and underwear back up before washing my hands and, for good measure, flushing the toilet before making my exit.
Saturday arrived fast, I was eager to get started. I took a shower, soaping up my hair to the point where soap slid into my eyes and I had to grope around for a towel, almost falling out of the shower and onto the floor. Once out of the shower I checked the time, 9:30 A.M with the coffee shop mere minutes down the road. My mom drove me to the shop and I strolled in confidently. The place was quiet and filled with people on computers. I walked toward a corner and entered the corner booth, my confidence ebbing away at me as the seconds passed. Once seated comfortably, I focused on the door and day-dreamed about what the daughter would look like. She wouldn’t look like much, but perhaps she’d have her mother’s accidental seductiveness. The door flung open and somebody stepped in, with the sound of the opening chime, my day-dream was broken. There she stood, five foot five with a thick body that wasn’t fat but wasn’t slim enough to be considered skinny, dark brown hair, dark chocolate skin, glasses so thick that the rims were literally invisible, a bust that, though impressive, wasn’t much to show off but was alert sensually under the cover of a black tee, shorts that went as far as an inch before her kneecap, and white sneakers with a floral pattern on both sides. In other words, the visage of a fucking angel.
I was momentarily stunned as she began to walk my way. She had books in her hands and there was a pencil pressed against the back of her left ear like old-school reporters. When she was in front of me, she smiled, revealing braces that were silver and very wet, obviously. Her teeth were white under the braces and after a few seconds into her smile, she ran her tongue over her braces, moistening them.
“I presume you’re Elijah?” She asked. Her voice was hypnotic, I could feel my erection become aware of itself under the table, but in a fury of shame, I hushed my thoughts as I looked her body up and down. I nodded, but was still looking at her body. She chuckled.
“Why do I get this sense of gymnophoria all of a sudden?” She asked in a cute voice. I snapped out of m trance and stared into her eyes. They were luminous, dark eyes, so dark that I fancied the thought that they were completely black.
“Sorry, I was just, er, deep in thought, it had nothing to do with you. I’m Eli, and you must be the other Ms. Maurice?” I asked. She shook her head.
“No no, no,” She said. “I’m only s*******n, Ms. Maurice is my mom. My name’s Jennifer, but you can call me kitty.” She said. I gave a little smile as I repeated “Kitty” and she nodded before finally sitting down. I watched her legs as she slid into the booth next to me, coming close, but far enough as to not leave an awkward air. Once seated, I noticed that her shorts seemed to tighten against her skin, forming perfectly shaped thighs and wide hips that were just dying to be noticed.
“Ok, so exactly what do you need help with, Eli?” She asked.
“All things fractions, percentages, everything basically.” I said. She gave a cute giggle before digging into the pages.
“Ok, turn to chapter four for me.” She said. I turned to the page and looked at it. The page began to contort in my view, words shifting and becoming mere lines of characters instead of legible words. I closed my eyes and shook my head fast before opening them and finding them the same way. Kitty nodded and laughed out loud.
“Wow, she was right, you are just like me.” She said. I looked up fast at her.
“Huh?” I asked. She sent a hand across the table, as if wiping it, and pulled her hand back.
“My mom, she said you’d be just like me when I was in 11th.” She said I was utterly confused.
“Ms. Maurice compared me, a failing sixteen year-old, to you, a s*******n year-old high school graduate?” I asked in shear shock. Kitty nodded.
“Mhm. said we were exact matches. When I saw your reaction to the chapter beginning, I knew she wasn’t lying. But don’t worry, I learned long ago that the reason the words are there is to beef the page and confuse you. Some of them are needed, and those ones typically stand out, the rest is shit for show, sort of like a porn star’s dick, if you know what I mean.” She said. As she finished this, she gave me a wink. I gave a laugh and she blessed me with another smile. Her non-censored speech was making me oddly comfortable with her, thinking of us as longtime buddies rather than two strangers with simply one factor in common. I looked back at the pages, a few words began to stand out, and she called them out exactly as they appeared to me. This was wonderful, if this continued, I’d be finished with the entire book by that evening. We dug into the studies. First clearing division of fractions with binomials, then polynomials, moving from fractions to increase of percent, decrease of percent, absolute amounts, etc. Hours and hours of talking, explaining, math jokes and nerdy humor, she made everything so easy. I felt like an idiot for being tripped up by such easy things.
We hadn’t ordered anything yet, but as it was now approaching 4 P.M, I offered to buy her something for a snack. I had a hundred dollar bill in my pocket that I had snagged from my mom that morning, promising to give her the change and pay her back later. Kitty accepted my offer; we went to the cashier and ordered. I ordered a vanilla bean shake with a grilled cheese and fries, kitty ordered a large caramel coffee and a veggie Panini sandwich and chips. Once back at the booth, we ate with light conversation, laughing at stupid things and lowering our voices at more important matters.
“You want to know a secret?” Kitty asked. I gave her a smile, but then realizing that there might be cheese in my teeth, withdrew and nodded.
“My mom refuses to let me drink coffee, says it stunts your growth, etcetera. But since she’s not here, I thought ‘what the hell’, you know. Thank you for buying it for me and helping me break the rules.” She said in a c***dish yet cute voice, squinting her eyes as if concealing an all-out laughing fit.
“No problem.” I said with a laugh. We were smiling and talking so much that we hadn’t notice Mrs. Maurice sneak in behind us. When she spoke she startled us both.
“How’s the study going?” She asked. We both jumped and then kitty gave a smile.
“Mom, you scared us. The studying’s going fine, I think.” She said, glancing at me, smile still displaying wet braces. I smiled back and nodded before adding “Totally”. Both lovely ladies smiled at me before Mrs. Maurice walked off again, warning her daughter that it was almost time to go. We finished eating and kitty left with her mother. It was about 6 P.M now, so I headed home as well and went straight into my room, closing the door and turning on the radio to blare music. I thought of kitty, her innocence, her unknowingly sexy nature and her amazing body. I began to slip into sleep, eventually changing thoughts to dreams, and dreaming of only her for the next few days.
We went to that coffee shop every two days for more than a month and when not at the coffee shop, I was at her house, making a sort of tradition and a friendship at the same time, and it was for more than just studying also, we talked about several things from politics to TV shows, she was the perfect conversationalist. And one day we got on a conversation about sex and sexual activity.
We were in the basement of the house and facing each other, sitting on old dining room chairs. Both parents gone, no siblings around, books between our laps, yet so off topic that the books should’ve been closed now. We had already talked about the perfect size (I was a half inch too big for her 6 inch desire) the perfect technique (missionary, then making your way up to reverse cowgirl) and were making conversation out of the purpose of sex.
“To me, sex is just another function of the body,” She said with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Used for reproduction and the elimination of stress for some people.”
“Yeah, I guess. But what about those who’re still stressed? What does that make them?” I asked. She thought about it for a second, licking her braces and taking the glasses off to use her shirt to clean them before answering.
“I suppose that makes them bad in bed, I guess.” She said. We both chuckled and I decided to ask another question to keep it going.
“What do you think about fetishisms?” I asked with a face that concealed the true interest in her answer. She gave another long pause before speaking.
“I actually like them, I mean, they’re really the backbone of sexual activity. Think about it: when a guy looks at tits, he’s expressing a fetish, when somebody is kissing you, they’re expressing a fetish, when somebody nibbles on your body, they’re expressing a fetish. So I think they’re a mandatory practice, you know.” She said. As interested as I was at this, I decided to dig a little deeper.
“So that means you totally have a fetish or two.” I said with a wickedly wide grin. She giggled and nodded.
“I’m not even afraid to admit it, I love being in control but then being controlled. I love giving playful hits, biting, collars, hair pulling, and a whole bunch of other stuff.” She said.
“Basically just Bondage, right?” She nodded.
“Sure, if you want to call it that. But since I’ve admitted mine, you’ve got to admit yours.” She said. Now the wicked grin was appearing on her face, eyes squinting to the point where her glasses were out of place. I gave a sly smile, knowing that my own fetishism was partialism, not based on acts. I played it out, making up a fetish that wasn’t all and all false.
“Well, if I told you, it might kind of get odd in here.” I said. She looked a little puzzled, but insisted I confess.
“Come on, I swear I won’t tell anyone and I swear it won’t get weird.” She said. I shrugged and lifted my hands in an “Oh well” gesture.
“I like chicks with glasses and braces. It’s odd to me, but, hell, there’s worse out there.” I said. She burst out laughing, knowing she had both.
“So basically I have the power to arouse you?” she asked in a playful voice. I giggled a bit.
“No no, what that means is that you don’t have to try too hard.” I said with a jocular wink. She looked down at my pants, probably to see if I was getting hard, but my penis was placed where when it got hard (and it ALWAYS got hard) then it wouldn’t embarrass me by making itself known to others. She pushed her tits together and leaned back as if invisible water was running over her.
“How about my TNA?” She asked, again in a playful voice. I had to fake a laugh at this, because even though we had been joking around, I could see her nipples under the tight, light brown shirt. My penis began to try to lift itself from its secreted position. I guess she could sense my eyes on her, because she stopped pressing her breasts together and looked back at me. I gave an innocent smile and looked back at the still open book on my lap. She looked down at herself, registering the hard nipples and gasping in shear embarrassment.
“Oh my god, that’s embarrassing.” She said, her voice shaking a little. I covered with a slight sarcastic chuckle before turning away so that she could fix herself.
“I’m so sorry.” She said. I looked back fast, seeing her hand come out of the shirt.
“Why apologize to me? I loved the view.” I said, more of a cover-up joke than a heart-felt compliment, though I did truly love the sight. She gave me a questioning look.
“Really?” She asked. I nodded quickly, looking back again before she adjusted her shirt to show her nipples again.
“But they’re so small.” She said, somewhat disappointed. I shook my head, still staring at her adjusted shirt.
“Nobody wants a tit so big that you could choke on it. You’ve totally got perfect sizers; they’re impressive, but not so impressive as to turn every dude into lusty milker wannabes.” I said, trying to sound comforting. She gave me a slight look, and then flashed her braces with another smile.
“Then how is it that you can see them and not be completely hard right now?” She asked. I looked down at my pants this time, noticing the disturbance of my shaft banging against the zipper.
“Believe me, It’s taking everything I have to hold back thoughts of lust, kitty.” I said. She laughed audibly, probably trying to make me seem more comfortable.
“You don’t need to. Have you ever kissed anyone before?” She asked. I could tell by now that she was prying, and I could also tell that she was trying to lead somewhere, so I just let her lead like I was a flock of sheep.
“No, I’ve never really kissed before. I mean, I’ve been interested, but nobody’s really answering the ‘Hey, wanna make out’ question anymore.” I said with a sigh. She stood up and came closer to me, sitting on my lap and grabbing on my hair, pulling my face upward toward her lips. They connected, giving a few seconds of the kiss before she drew back.
“How was that?” She asked. I was dazed, pleasured, and excited at the same time. I could tell she felt my boner under my pants, because she began to softly rock on top of me, rubbing my shaft indirectly.
“Unexplainable, that’s the only way I can explain it.” I said, blinking my eyes hard in an effort to show how amazed I was. She leaned back in, kissing me more, but this time sticking her tongue into my mouth, rubbing it against mine and pulling it back out over and over again, until she put a hand on my chin, getting as close as possible and forcing her tongue deep into my mouth, hitting the back with relative ease. It went like this for several minutes, sucking each other’s mouths until she pulled back.
“I get the feeling you like this a little more than you’re showing, if possible.” She said, hands rubbing on my arms as she licked her braces to wet them, but this time seductively.
“Oh, it’s impossible to like this anymore than I already am.” I said, looking her in the eyes, her tongue driving me crazy as it went over her teeth.
“There’s one way that we can enjoy this more.” She said with a devilish smile. I was about to ask how, but then she slapped my face, stroking it as the skin began to redden.
“Can I dominate you?” She asked, her breath coming into my mouth as she began glossing my teeth with her tongue.
“Yes!” I said, a bit more excited than intended. She slapped me again and stroked my cheek again. She told me to get on my knees. I did so, pushing the chair back so that I could have access to the floor and surrounding area easily. She wasn’t wearing shoes, only socks, boy shorts, and the brown tee shirt. When I was settled on my knees, she lifted a foot and demanded I begin kissing her socked feet. I focused on one, both hands on the ground with my knees, she lifted the amazingly small foot closer to me. I kissed on her soft sock, licked it and sucked whatever I could out of it. I was in ecstasy. She brought the other one to my forehead, pushing my head back, and demanded I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I did as she told me, and she leaned close, pursing her lips together, letting a hot trail of saliva come straight out of her mouth and onto my outstretched tongue. When it connected, I shivered. She leaned back again and, with her foot still on my forehead and saliva still on my outstretched tongue, ran her other socked foot over my tongue, soft strokes that caught and dried the juice on my tongue. I could taste her now, and the taste was heaven. She stopped the worship here, leaned down and grabbed my curly black hair as she stared me in the eyes so erotically that my hands began to unzip my now aching crotch.
“You like feet, my little bitch?” She asked in an erotically dominating voice.
“Yes!” I said. She slapped me.
“What?!” She yelled.
“Yes!” I yelled back. She put her thumb and index finger in my mouth and pulled and pinched at my tongue before getting so close I could feel her breath.
“You will call me ma’am, bitch. Or else I will punish you.” She said. I was ready to jerk right there. She used a foot to make a few pushes on my boner before she lightly pressed that socked foot against my still covered balls. “Now take off those clothes. NOW!!” she said. I excitedly obeyed, taking off my shirt to reveal my pecs, and my shorts and underwear to reveal my 6 ½ incher. She gave a slight purr at the sight of my naked body before she decided to bless me with a small gift. She took off the sock I hadn’t been slobbering on, and forced it into my mouth, making sure that the part that her toes had been in was the part deepest into my mouth.
“I just wanna see how well that mouth handles against something that’s been on me all day.” She said. Then she sat back up in her chair and took off her other sock, running it under my nose and over my cheeks before discarding it. There she was, fully clothed except for her socks, me on my knees with her lovely sock in my mouth, praying for more dominating acts. She yanked the sock out of my mouth and rested her back on the chair, eyes still on me as both of her warm, naked feet ran over my face. Oh god, they were so soft, they smelt so amazing, not a stench, but a fragrance. She hadn’t told me to kiss them, so I kept my lips tightly closed, boner throbbing.
“Open that fucking mouth.” She said in her dominating voice. I did as I was told. She ran a warm foot over my lips, stretching the bottom one as her foot slid down my face. When her toes got to the opening in my mouth, she jammed them in one by one, making sure that if one snaked out, she could replace it. I sucked joyously, not leaving a square centimeter un-tasted. I could feel her toes constantly moving under the cover of my lips, forcing a sucking noise as they tried to escape. I was now off of my hands, putting them both around her foot so that I could move it faster around my mouth. She leaned down and popped my hands before pulling her foot back out.
“No more. You need to concentrate on all of me. If you do well, I will let you worship my feet more, if you don’t then you won’t be able to touch them again.” She said. I nodded, mentally busting as the taste she left simmered on my tongue. She lifted her leg back up and placed it on my shoulder.
“Kiss up. Don’t you dare kiss my clit. Kiss your way up to my tits and worship me more, bitch.” She said. I did as I was told, licking on her ankle, switching from leg to leg, sucking on the under part of her leg. She pulled her boy shorts off so that I could work my way up, rubbing them against my pecs and sending more momentum to my dick. I continued upward, making my way to her inner thigh before her hand was in my hair again, pulling me upward away from the inner reaches of her bodily vortex. I licked out my tongue as she pulled up with surprising strength. I was at her bellybutton, making quick licks to it before lunging my tongue deep inside, making her jump a bit. I sucked at the air in it, licked it over and over again before moving up to lick on her abs. Moving from one side of her abdomen to the other, sucking on the skin and absorbing her.
I finally reached her tits. Excitedly, I began to kiss around the left one, then make traces with my tongue, leaving wet circles in her skin. I did this several times before moving around her areola, kissing at it, her hardened nipple hitting the skin below my nose, finally reaching it, I began to greedily suck on it, playfully teasing it with my teeth and making long tongue strokes that sent pleasure up kitty’s body.
“Suck it good.” She said, a smile being replaced with a determined look, both eyes closed and head back with her right hand on my head as I began to transition, head pressed between both breasts and tasting the skin between them. I repeated with the second tit, getting it so wet that she had to pry my head of mid-suck.
“Next, dammit.” She said. I moved u closer, getting to her neck. I grabbed it with one hand and dug in on the other side, vampire style. Kissing on it, sucking at her skin, leaving bite marks of my pleasure. But suddenly, she was putting something around my neck. I pulled back, and saw the collar around my neck and the leash in her hand.
“What’s this?” I asked before she slapped me in the face and grabbed at my boner.
“Shut up and fucking do what I say. Stand up straight, you fucking whore.” She said.
“Yes ma’am.” I said. Without hesitation, I stood straight as her feet encompassed my dick. She wrapped them hard and began to stroke on me with them, making jerks that pulled my skin as well, pinching me with each pull. It was so kinky that I enjoyed it, so sexy that I was spewing precum. Her feet still around my dick, she adjusted herself in the chair, bringing her face closer to my dick before her lips could touch it.
“You nasty bitch. You want me to suck the cum out of you? You want me to milk you dry with my sexy feet and warm wet mouth? Do you? Beg for it then.” She said. I instantly pleaded. Please suck it, put it in your mouth and give me heaven, please. She wasn’t impressed.
“A begging bitch is a bitch in need of a reality check.” She said, grabbing at my balls and putting her legs down so that she could maneuver to the floor. She was on her knees now, one hand on my bone, stroking fast and hard in an effort to rain semen, while the other was guiding my balls to her mouth. She kissed on my scrotum, sucking playfully on the testes underneath before plunging them into her mouth and keeping them there. She was working her neck u and down, my scrotum was covered in her saliva, my dick getting ready for a climax. She pulled out with a sucking noise and put both hands around my penis, salt grinder style.
“If you cum, you’d better tell me, because if I miss a drop, one drop of this cum, then you won’t get any reward whatsoever.” She said. I knew she wanted it, I was willing to give it. She dropped both hands and put my dick into her mouth. Oh good lord, that mouth was heaven, she sucked well and sucked fast, making so much noise that after five minutes of her sucking, I had to yell that I was coming. She stopped at the head, licking on the bottom of it and using her hand to go up and down on my shaft, jerking me so fast that my moaning could have been heard upstairs. I climaxed hard, the semen hitting her open mouth and piling in. She swallowed the first few waves, but as they began to die down, she saved the orgasm in between her lips. Looking me back in the eyes before spitting it back on my boner and jerking. Hot saliva was making squishy sounds on me as my toes began to curl while she played with the head.
“Lie down, I want my own climax, and you’re going to give it to me.” I instantly got back to the floor, lying on my back, boner larger somehow. She stretched out on top of me, breasts grazing my pecs as she withdrew herself in between my spread legs, dropping the leash. Her hair covered one eye in such a sexy fashion that the more I looked, the harder my supposedly waning erection became. One hand was on my dick, still jerking it, while the other was in between her own legs rubbing furiously at her vaginal lips and clit. The sounds of her masturbating was enough to drive me wild again as my sensitive dick head was being worked by those amazingly skilled hands. I tried to reach my hand over to help her get off, but she slapped it down so hard that I imagine she left the back of it red. She straddled me, still rubbing herself hard, and began to grind on my waist, first slowly as if she were an erotic dancer, then faster and wilder like she was riding my cock. She was staring me in the eyes every second of it, tears forming on the edges as her moans became louder. The tip of my cock touched the skin of that perfectly thick ass and I nearly came. She purred at the feeling, scooting back just a tiny bit so that everytime she'd grind, her ass would stroke me. I was moaning again as she did this. Both of her hands came up to my face, she leaned over, giving me a shaded view of her underside, and forced the index finger of her right hand into my mouth, grabbing at my tongue.

"Eat my pussy juice, you little, slutty fucking bitch. I know you like that so much." She said as her middle finger followed. She pulled both of them out and fed me each individual finger from both hands until each one of them was soaked and dried in my saliva. She then got off top of me, grinding my cock once more as she slid down between my legs and lied on her back, bending both legs in arcs.

"Use that small dick and fuck me hard, you sick fuck." She said. Instantly I got up, getting in between her legs as quick as I could before easing my dick in between the two sides of her mound. I rubbed it against my dick several times, making her bounce and moan a little before she grabbed at my back and lowered me down more, clawing at me and forcible making her wishes for me to fuck her known.