by Lola Fox
Truthfully, I rush a little, ‘cause I’m anxious to explore the other parts of his gorgeous body. I like his head of hair and all, but come on…
It’s not long before I’m in a dreamlike state, lathering my hands up in soap and eager to wash every inch of his athletic frame. He’s gotta be in his early to mid-thirties, but he doesn’t look a day over twenty-one. Not an inch of fat to be found, his six feet and change of delicious goodness is packed full of muscle. Tiny ones, big ones, he’s got ‘em in spades. Tight abs, strong looking arms and legs, that stupid uniform of his does not do his body any justice, believe me.
I start at his arms, then chest, taking my time as I enjoy the slick feel of skin on skin contact with the man who couldn’t wait to get me out of his sight earlier. Not so tough now, are you, Justin Park? No, you’re like putty in my hands. And with that thought, I realize I’m totally at ease now, confidence building nicely as I take charge.
We step out from the stream of water and I bend down, squatting as I lather my hands up with more soap, and then return my attention to cleaning him, his powerful legs barely being the focus of my attention as his gigantic dick is mere inches from my face. I stop for a moment to stare, because simply glancing at this marvelous monster of a cock is just not going to happen. I lick my lips a few times, imagining my mouth wrapped around his reddish crown, wondering how good it’ll feel the first time he slips it into my pussy.
So…fuck the washing for now. It’ll just have to wait.
Rinsing my hands off, the sound of water crashing against the tiled floor of the shower echoes in my ears, leaving my focus stranded, once again. I look up to see his burning gaze fixed on me, the muscles in his jaw visibly pulsing as he works it over. I see Justin likes. Wait until I put him inside my mouth.
I run my hands up his thighs and his cock twitches in reaction. The closer I get to it, the bigger it grows. By the time I wrap my hands around his length, he’s fully erect, his foreskin peeling back past the rim to expose the dark-colored crown of his incredible manhood.
Stroking my hands along his shaft, I ask, “How’s that feel?”
Justin growls deep, his large hand moving to the back of my head.
“You want me to suck your dick?” Of course he does. What man could say no to a mouth like mine?
“Yesss,” he hisses, weaving his fingers into my hair. “Please.”
I jerk his cock from root to tip with both hands, milking a shiny bead of pre-cum from his tiny slit for me to taste. I push my tongue past my lips, flick the tip of it against his rough skin, collect the salty goodness, then swallow it down. I may be young, but I love the taste of cum. There’s nothing quite like it. I know plenty of girls that don’t, but I just happen to be one of them who do.
“Please,” he pleads, and I kinda dig it. Having a strong, disciplined man acting the complete opposite…just because of a little foreplay…it’s like taking candy from a baby. Again, not so tough now, are you?
“Say it, Justin. I wanna hear you beg for it.” I continue to stroke him, lightly flicking the tip of my tongue against the underside of his crown.
“Please, Scarlett. Suck my dick. Please.”
Two pleases? Wow, he must really want his big prick in my mouth. I open as far as I can and move it over his purplish head, taking as much of his horse cock inside without doing serious damage to myself.
“Jesus, fuck,” Justin grinds out, shocking the shit out of me by using such foul language. Not that I have any room to talk.
Master really does like. I don’t have to be a black belt in sucking dick to be able to tell that. I take it a step further, lightly scraping my teeth along the top of his prick’s head, dragging a loud moan from him. I pull back to lap at the underside of his balls as I continue to jerk him off, my pussy tingling like crazy as it clutches on nothing.
Through with the teasing, I once again suck the head of his cock into my mouth and roll my tongue around the broad width in slow, but deliberate circles.
“Your mouth feels so good.” Hearing him moan and groan puts a smile on my face, figuratively, letting me know just how much he appreciates my hard work. Little does he know that I’ve always had an oral fixation…
His bold admission arouses me further, and I pick up the pace of my stroking, sucking and licking all at once, peeking up every once and again to watch the heavenly expressions on his adorable face. Justin rocks his hips lightly, mumbling curses under his breath as I do my best to suck his fat dick.
I drop one hand to his balls to massage them, my other still sliding back and forth on his length near his sensitive ring, saliva mixing with water as I suck his dick in haste, flicking my tongue every so often against the rough ridges of his swollen crown. God I love sucking his cock. I can’t begin to imagine how good he’s going to make me feel when he finally shoves that hard length inside my pussy. Schyeah! If he likes my mouth…then he’ll fucking love sticking it in my cunt.
I don’t know what’s gotten into me—maybe it has something to do with how hard I had to work for this—but I’m blowing my instructor like my life depends on it.
His balls moving in frenzy within my palm, dick hard as a rock with me milking him to orgasm, his hand on the back of my head suddenly stops my forward motion with a light tug of my hair.
“Huh? What?” I ask, tilting my head up, the wet ends tickling my shoulders.
“Not yet, not like this.” I watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down, his muscular chest heaving like he’s out of breath…or reeling from the best blowjob of his life!
He bends down and hauls me upright to my feet, staring into my eyes with those beautiful blues for a few, but meaningful moments before he captures my lips in his, slipping his tongue into my mouth in search of mine as he fiercely pulls me against his hard body.
Passion oozing from our lustful kiss, my already erect nipples brushing against his skin makes them even harder, sending a jolt of pure delight to my aching cunt…lighting up every nerve ending in sheer anticipation of being fucked good and proper. If his dick moves anything like his trained body does, then my pussy’s in for a well-deserved treat. The pit of my stomach’s aching just thinking about getting filled and stretched like never before.
Releasing me from our deep embrace, Justin brushes the back of his palm against my face, then runs his fingers along the side of my neck, across my collarbone, down the center of my chest…until he reaches my breast. Caressing it gently at first, he cups it tighter and tighter, the deep, needy expression on his face showing me how much he wants me. I swallow past the lump in my throat, his sense of urgency infectious, transferring over to me in a sudden rush of emotion that hits my pussy hard, spreading through my arms and legs fast like lightning until it reaches my fingers and toes. My head feels light and I fight for every breath as his hand traces the soft lines of my stomach, then leans down to nuzzle my neck.
“Oh, Justin,” I whisper, lifting my head to allow him better access to my ticklish patch of skin.
My legs go instantly weak as his fingers reach just above my slit, nerves tingling so much I feel dazed, buzzing like I’ve downed two glasses of wine…
I feel good, so alive and dreamy at the same time I’m having a difficult time figuring out where the pleasure begins and where it ends. Lungs on fire, I reach down to his cock, and at the same time, he slides one finger into my swollen slit, dragging whimper after whimper from me.
I want him inside me so badly it hurts, so I come right out and tell him. “Fuck me, Justin. I can’t wait anymore. I want your dick inside me…now.”
Moving his finger against my shaven slit, he gasps, “No. Not yet.”
With that sucky-ass response, he shifts me so my back is facing him, and even though he can’t see how upset I am, I pout anyway, my selfish emotions getting the better of me.
It’s my cock…and I want it now!
Holding me at the waist with a strong arm wrapped around me, he bends me over, and I eagerly place the palms of my hands
against the tiled wall of the shower, about to finally get what I’m dying for. “This is more like it.” My pout’s quickly replaced by a shit-eating grin, knowing I always get what I want.
He uses a foot to spread mine apart, putting my doggy stance a bit wider than the width of my shoulders. I stick my ass out, exposing my pussy and asshole, aching to be filled and not giving two shits about baring myself to him. Positioned inappropriately like I’m waiting to be frisked, I turn my head to see his dark, lustful stare honed in just where I expect it to be. That’s right, Master Park, take a good look at what you very nearly passed up on. Now…stick your cock all the way up inside my young pussy and take your frustrations out by fucking the shit out of me. I insist.
But he doesn’t. Gaze still locked between my legs, Justin drops to his knees, lightly brushing his nose against the crack of my ass, sending a quick shiver racing through the length of my spine.
“Mmm-hmm…so pretty, so utterly precious.”
Thanks? I guess?
He spreads my ass cheeks apart and dives right in, the tip of his tongue licking me from bottom to top, and it feels so good my knees buckle a little, but enough so that I have to use my hands to brace myself.
Justin laughs from behind, his breath fanning out to warm my wet slit. “So easy to fall off balance.”
“I’m sorry, but you didn’t get around to teaching me how to hold this position. What’s it called? Pussy Eating Stance?” I chuckle to myself at my poor attempt at humor.
He doesn’t answer, only growls in response, then palms my buttocks hard before licking me again. My pussy lips open like fucking sesame at his spine-tingling invasion, my head snapping forward when two fingers push easily into my already slick, waiting hole.
“Fuck…that feels so good,” I moan—no, whimper, actually. Because it does, better than anything I’ve experienced before.
“So fucking creamy,” he mumbles, then kisses and licks the bottom curves of my butt cheeks.
Justin laps at every part of my sopping pussy, his tongue licking my lower lips from the inside-out, flicking the shit out of that fleshy muscle—rolling it round and round like he’s eating his favorite ice cream cone. I push my ass into his face…my impatient hole craving so much more than he’s giving me.
“You like that? Do you like me eating your pussy? I bet I put guys your age to shame, don’t I?”
Yeah, you do, but someone’s quite proud of themselves, aren’t they? “No talking. More eat—” I’m unable to fully get my last word out, instead, I slam my palms against the wall when Justin cops a feel on my asshole, eliciting the most confusing shudder from my body. “Justin!”
“What?” He stands up, dragging his tongue from my tailbone to the small of my back, causing me to tremble—again.
Asshole. But I mean that as a compliment…
“What do you think you’re doing back there, huh? Never on a first fuck session. What kind of a girl do you think I am?”
Shit, I know I said I wasn’t interested in a relationship, but I never said anything about not wanting to see him again. And if and when I choose to, I gotta have something left up my sleeve. You know, to keep him interested and guessing. Besides, I think offering him up some of my young pussy pie is more than enough for tonight.
“Open-minded if I’ve ever met one. And never one as beautiful as you, that’s for sure.”
“Thanks, Master Park. Now please, shut the hell up and fuck me, will you?” Ooh. I could get used to this. Ordering him around has me kinda on a weird power trip, but after the way he barks commands at me, well, I don’t think he has any room to talk.
Justin kisses my nape, instantly picking up where we left off. I curse myself, knowing he’s in the right when he talks about my lack of focus. Damn him.
“Tell me what you want, Scarlett. Talk dirty to me.” Master Park, I had no idea…you filthy pervert. But I have to admit…you do have potential.
Pushing my butt out in search of his dick, from the bottom of my heart, I reply, “I want my instructor to shove his big cock deep inside my pussy.”
“And?”
“Fuck me hard and fast.”
“What else?”
I’m gonna smack him—at least try to—if he asks me another goddamn question. “Make me come?”
“Mmm-hmm. If your father could only see you now…hear the dirty shit coming out of his daughter’s mouth.”
My father? What about yours? In an odd way, I kinda dig it. Not thinking about my dad…eww, no! But like he said, the idea of what he would think of me…has my pussy aching all over again. I guess I’m nastier than I thought. But then again, so is he. Master Park and his fucking rules and his lectures on manners. Shit, if his students—the ones who look up to him like a god—could see him now. Yeah, that would be hella funny.
Focus, stupid. You’re about to get fucked. Hard and fast, if you get your way.
“Come on,” I beg, “put it inside me.”
Starting at my shoulders, he slides his hands down until he reaches my ass, smacking it without a hint of warning. “Shit!” I shriek, then, “ohh,” when the sting subsides and the pleasure takes its place.
“Beg for it,” he says, confidence oozing from his tone. Dickhead.
Fine. “Please.”
“Uh-huh. And?”
“Fuck me?” I’m about two seconds away from taking control when the tip of his dick brushes against the slit to my fuck-hole. “Yeah, do it.”
Justin slides the fat head up and down my swollen lips, causing me to jerk when it fortuitously hits my clit. One hand on my waist, his lips alternating between kissing my neck and shoulder and nuzzling my ear, he continues to tease me, continues to rub his dick up and down my needy opening, ready as I’ll ever be.
And when I think I can’t bear his teasing any longer, his thick crown finally sinks in, pushing past my nether lips and into my canal, stretching me like no other, tearing a harsh gasp from me. I close my eyes to feel him filling my slick pussy, ever-so-slowly, as I enjoy every tiny shove of his delectable manhood sliding with some effort into my heat. My stomach muscles tightening, it takes all that I have to fight the urge to clamp my thighs around his cock, in desperate search of more friction.
Both hands now grasping my waist, Justin pulls me to him, gently at first, but harder and faster with every thrust of his hips. His balls lightly slapping against me, the unique sound of our wet bodies colliding as we fuck, echoes loudly in my ears. I can barely think as his cock thoroughly invades my hole, whimpers and moans of approval the only coherent thing coming out of my mouth.
“Fuck! Your pussy’s tight.” Three hard thrusts in a row, then, “Jesus Christ you feel good.”
I know, right? You feel good too. I bite my lower lip in reaction to a powerful shove inside my slick channel. Damn him, damn him to hell. My orgasm’s building fast and hard, the same rate he’s fucking me, punishing my pussy like I’ve pissed him off or offended him in some way…but I love it. The fierceness of it all, the carnal passion burning between us. It’s undeniable. Though he tried to hide it, the fervor in which he’s pounding me from behind tells me he’s wanted this just as much as I have. Maybe more.
“Uh.” Thrust. “Fuck.” Thrust. “Shit.” Thrust. Man of so many words…I’ve reduced him to a bumbling idiot.
I don’t fare much better, though. “Fuck me. God…fuck me.” I draw the second “F” word out, my mind nothing more than mush right about now.
And he is doing just that. Fucking me. Like I’ve dreamt it, but way better. Sliding in and out of my wet pussy with a steady pace now, telling me without words he’s working toward his climax. As am I.
The pressure between my thighs is at its limit, ready to explode any moment now. I do my damnedest to hold back, just a little longer, not knowing if this first time will be our last. Savor how good he’s making me feel—this thirty-something-year-old that seemed to love giving me such a hard time earlier.
I change my mind. I can’t prolong my org
asm any longer. So I reach down between my legs, find my bundle of flesh and begin circling it with my finger, causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot down my spine on contact. “Fuck!” I clamp down on my teeth as I teeter on the edge, my climax bursting at the seams…
And then it comes…
“God!” I cry out, body tensing as I suck in a quick breath and hold it, feel my orgasm wash over me like a tidal wave of pleasure as my trembling, wobbly legs fight to keep me vertical. “Fucking shit!” I curse again, flood of ecstasy spreading through my rigid frame faster than I can take it.
It’s so fucking good, though. I do my best to hold on to my release for as long as I can. Justin’s still thrusting in and out of me, his heavy breathing reaching my ears as I work to catch my own breath. My climax subsiding, heart still pounding within my chest, I turn my attention to the man I need to thank for affording me that heavenly sensation.
“I want you to come, Justin.”
“Good. ‘Cause I don’t think I can hold out for much longer.” He continues to thrust in and out of my cunt, picking up the pace when he gets his words out. Grunting and moaning, his ragged breaths drown out the sound of water hitting the tiled floor. “Where do you—”
“In my mouth.”
“You sure?”
“Hai.” I say yes in Japanese again, just to fuck with him.
“Shit, don’t make me laugh.” Pumping furiously now, his grunts getting louder with every push into my heat, he adds, “God, I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.”
A few more hard thrusts and he slips free of me, allowing me to turn and get down on my knees. “Come for me, Justin, I want you to come in my mouth. I wanna taste you.” Waiting for my prize like a good little girl, I open up and stick out my tongue like I’ve seen girls do a hundred times in porno flicks, making sure to look at his face as he spurts his load.
“Fuck!” he screams, tilting his head back slightly as he wildly strokes his cock with one hand, the other under my chin, guiding my open mouth to his engorged head.
Between one heartbeat and another, Justin shoots his hot liquid onto my waiting tongue, his face tightening as our gazes lock in a time-stopping, passion-filled moment that sets my heart aflutter.
