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“Yes, ma’am.” I salute her. “Are you going to let me fuck you without a condom, too?” I know what she just said, but surely as my teacher, she’s clean.
“Fucking right I will. I want to show you that no matter your size, you can still hit every nook and cranny of my pussy as you milk every drop of cum from me.”
When she says it like that, I have to look down to make sure I haven’t jizzed all over her sheets.
“I want that, too.” I say, gulping, suddenly becoming nervous from what’s about to finally go down.
I roll over to the left side of her and reach out to open the drawer to the side table. Inside, I fumble for a condom but feel all kinds of other stuff. I wrap my hand around something long, hard, and cold. “What the hell is this?”
“Oh, that’s just my drawer with all my self-care toys.” She says as if it’s no biggie.
“What do you mean, self-care toys? Doesn’t your husband take care of you?” Not that it matters, but I wanna know.
“No, he doesn’t know what I need. He only knows the deed of taking pleasure rather than giving it.” Sighing, she lets me know how she really feels. “I no longer wish to discuss my husband, either you’re in or you’re out.”
“Baby, I’m all in. Once I’ve had you, these will be of no use to you.” I toss the toy back in the drawer and fish out a condom.
“What makes you so sure that you will meet my every need? My every desire?” Her seductive voice rings out as she lies back on the bed and spreads her legs again.
“Because I have a feeling you’re going to be an amazing teacher, and I’m gonna be one greedy, young student.” I slam the drawer shut and get back between her legs. “You can tell me what you think afterwards.”
“Stand up, I’m going to show you how to put on a condom.” I groan, not really wanting to get up from my comfortable position between her warm legs, but I do it.
Once I’m standing up, I look down and see that my wood hasn’t gone down even the slightest. I go to place my hand over it, feeling embarrassed all over again when she reaches over and slaps it away.
“Don’t do that. I want to see what’s about to rearrange my guts. It’s been a long time since I was fucked like I need to be.”
“And how is that?”
“So savagely hard that I won’t be able to walk or think straight, and I’ll be sore for a week.” She says, using her knees to bring her to the edge of the bed where she plops down on her round ass.
“Hope I can make that happen for you with my average dick.” I chuckle. “How young are you anyways?” I don’t say old because she doesn’t look old, and I know I shouldn’t even be asking her about her age, but I’m curious.
“I’m forty years young, and I already told you, size doesn’t matter when you know how to use it.” She smiles up at me.
“You’re beautiful and don’t look a day over twenty-five.” I lean down and kiss her waiting lips.
“Thank you.” She mumbles, kissing me back. “Use more tongue when kissing.” She winks, pulling me closer when I stand back up. “Now, it’s time for me to show you how to put on a condom with pleasure.”
“Interesting.” She had me at the pleasure part.
“Hand it to me.” Check. “Stand still and try not to come.” She giggles, and suddenly, I’m scared. Why, I’m not sure.
She rips open the package and keeps ahold of the condom with her left hand. Lifting her right hand up, she grabs ahold of my dick and leans in. The minute her mouth touches the tip, I let out a hiss.
“We’re just getting started. Remember what I said.” She says, pulling back a little. Once the words have left her mouth, she takes me in so deep that my dick touches the back of her throat. I have never had a blow job before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect.
All those porn movies did not prepare me for what her glorious mouth is doing to me. She pulls back and does that thing two more times, gagging on my dick before she comes up for air. She then spits on the tip and works it up and down, coating me with it. Her tongue darts out as she captures a little bit of precum that leaked out.
“You taste surprisingly good.” She says, looking up at me with nothing but mischief in those crystal-blue eyes of hers.
Feeling like I can’t keep my hands to myself, they slide into her fire-red hair and pull her back to my dick. Just as I think she’s about to give me more of her mouth, she stops me.
“Don’t rush it.” She purrs.
“But I want to be in control.”
“This isn’t your show to run. I’m the one in control. You have to earn that from the woman. If she is willing to give it up, then you’ve done a good job in taking care of her needs first.” Well, hell. I thought making her come with my mouth was a good job.