Sarah's Tutorial: Corbin's Bend, Book 2 by LazyDay Publishing Page A
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natural to want to be fucked in the ass?"
"The same way I know it's natural to love my neighbor, or to want to do good in the world. We're made to feel pleasure, and that's really the only way to tell whether something is good–as long as we're making other people happy at the same time. If you want to tell me that you don't feel pleasure when you're having one of those amazing anal orgasms, I guess I'll believe you, but I don't think you'll do that."
"No," Sarah said with a giggle. "No, I won't. So you're saying God wants me to squirt?"
"He wants you to squirt for me, young lady. Only for me." He laughed, a wonderful deep sound that carried vibrations from his chest and through Sarah's whole body. "No–that's wrong. He wants you to squirt for anyone who you want to squirt for."
"Same thing, then," she said. "Because I only want to squirt for you." He snuggled her very close when she said that.
John went on, "Now the traditional thing is to say that our pleasures can lead us astray, right?"
She nodded.
"But I just cannot believe in a god who fucked up creating us that badly. Can you? I mean what a giant fucking design flaw if we can't live full lives without anal sex, and anal sex makes us go to Hell. Is God really that bad at creation? If so, maybe Hell is the place for us, after all!"
She laughed with him.
* * * * *
Above all, October and November were for training. The initial part of that training occurred immediately after she had stripped herself naked that first day, Saturday 28 September: John said, "I've got some emails to return. Please come to the office, young lady." She followed him into his little office, where he sat at his desk chair. She was at a loss. He had already opened his inbox on his laptop and she merely stood there, naked.
He glanced up at her, snapped his fingers, and pointed to the carpet next to his knees. With a start, and the beginnings of the submissive arousal she had just discovered two days before, but already knew so well, Sarah awkwardly got to her knees. John rested his hand possessively on the back of her neck, and she shivered, though the house was very warm. He caressed her shoulder, lightly, then returned to the email he was writing. When he had sent it, he turned to her.
"Young lady, this is your usual position when I am working. I have another lesson for you in just a little while, but for the moment, I want you to get used to being here in silent service. I also want to assure you that even if I do not seem to pay you any attention, having you on your knees next to me, ready for my use, is a gift I value as highly as any gift I have ever received, including–" Here he spread his knees on the chair, and coaxed Sarah to crawl in between them, so that she knelt inside his thighs, "–the amazing gift you gave me last night."
His hands had rested upon his knees. Now the right one reached over a bit and took Sarah's little breast on its fingertips. She made her little Sarah-noise, and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she noticed that the front of John's jeans seemed rather distended. He was glancing distractedly at his computer screen.
"Oh, Hell," he said. "This can wait. It's time for your next lesson, Sarah."
"Yes, sir."
He put his hands to the base of his stomach and unfastened his jeans. Sarah couldn't help it: Even before anything at all had been revealed, the submissive power of the moment made her pant with arousal.
John unzipped his fly, then he stood, pushing his desk chair back at the same time, and let his jeans fall to the floor. The vent of his boxers confronted Sarah. She realized she was trembling. She had (including the cock of the guy on the porno the night before) seen two male members in her life, and she did not consider herself completely inexperienced where cocks were concerned, but this was very different: The manhood she was about to see was the same one that had taken her bottom's maidenhead, the same one she had
"The same way I know it's natural to love my neighbor, or to want to do good in the world. We're made to feel pleasure, and that's really the only way to tell whether something is good–as long as we're making other people happy at the same time. If you want to tell me that you don't feel pleasure when you're having one of those amazing anal orgasms, I guess I'll believe you, but I don't think you'll do that."
"No," Sarah said with a giggle. "No, I won't. So you're saying God wants me to squirt?"
"He wants you to squirt for me, young lady. Only for me." He laughed, a wonderful deep sound that carried vibrations from his chest and through Sarah's whole body. "No–that's wrong. He wants you to squirt for anyone who you want to squirt for."
"Same thing, then," she said. "Because I only want to squirt for you." He snuggled her very close when she said that.
John went on, "Now the traditional thing is to say that our pleasures can lead us astray, right?"
She nodded.
"But I just cannot believe in a god who fucked up creating us that badly. Can you? I mean what a giant fucking design flaw if we can't live full lives without anal sex, and anal sex makes us go to Hell. Is God really that bad at creation? If so, maybe Hell is the place for us, after all!"
She laughed with him.
* * * * *
Above all, October and November were for training. The initial part of that training occurred immediately after she had stripped herself naked that first day, Saturday 28 September: John said, "I've got some emails to return. Please come to the office, young lady." She followed him into his little office, where he sat at his desk chair. She was at a loss. He had already opened his inbox on his laptop and she merely stood there, naked.
He glanced up at her, snapped his fingers, and pointed to the carpet next to his knees. With a start, and the beginnings of the submissive arousal she had just discovered two days before, but already knew so well, Sarah awkwardly got to her knees. John rested his hand possessively on the back of her neck, and she shivered, though the house was very warm. He caressed her shoulder, lightly, then returned to the email he was writing. When he had sent it, he turned to her.
"Young lady, this is your usual position when I am working. I have another lesson for you in just a little while, but for the moment, I want you to get used to being here in silent service. I also want to assure you that even if I do not seem to pay you any attention, having you on your knees next to me, ready for my use, is a gift I value as highly as any gift I have ever received, including–" Here he spread his knees on the chair, and coaxed Sarah to crawl in between them, so that she knelt inside his thighs, "–the amazing gift you gave me last night."
His hands had rested upon his knees. Now the right one reached over a bit and took Sarah's little breast on its fingertips. She made her little Sarah-noise, and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, she noticed that the front of John's jeans seemed rather distended. He was glancing distractedly at his computer screen.
"Oh, Hell," he said. "This can wait. It's time for your next lesson, Sarah."
"Yes, sir."
He put his hands to the base of his stomach and unfastened his jeans. Sarah couldn't help it: Even before anything at all had been revealed, the submissive power of the moment made her pant with arousal.
John unzipped his fly, then he stood, pushing his desk chair back at the same time, and let his jeans fall to the floor. The vent of his boxers confronted Sarah. She realized she was trembling. She had (including the cock of the guy on the porno the night before) seen two male members in her life, and she did not consider herself completely inexperienced where cocks were concerned, but this was very different: The manhood she was about to see was the same one that had taken her bottom's maidenhead, the same one she had
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