Sarah's Tutorial: Corbin's Bend, Book 2 by LazyDay Publishing Page B
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signed an affidavit certifying she knew she must treat with reverence, or face punishment.
John held her head lightly, stroking her hair. Gently, he pulled her face closer to his boxer-covered crotch, gently, but also insistently. When she felt her neck go stiff despite herself, and thus provide a bit of resistance to the pressure of John's hands, he simply pulled harder, until her nose was inside the vent of the boxers. She smelled masculine arousal, and it affected her like some sort of drug. She seemed to be floating outside herself.
"Kiss, Sarah," he said. Automatically, she kissed the place where her lips were, on his boxers, and felt, under the cloth, something moving–something very hard.
"Ask permission to remove my boxers and uncover me. Remember how you are to proceed?"
"Sir, may I please uncover your beautiful cock?"
"Excellent, young lady. Yes, you may."
Sarah put her hands up and worked her fingertips inside the waistband of his boxers, then tugged. This she had never done before, and the underwear seemed to get caught on something, and she let out a little whimper of fear and frustration. And she realized with a thrill of dread and desire she worried she might be punished.
"It's alright, good girl," John said softly. "It's your first time."
Sarah tried again, and got the boxers down to John's thighs, with their curly brown hair, and her professor's cock sprang in front of her at last, pointing at her out of its nest of dark hairs, in which she noticed a few grey ones, and it was beautiful, because it was his. It was not as big as Fred's, let alone the cock of the guy on the porno, but she had no trouble finding the reverence that had been enjoined on her.
"Sir, may I kiss your beautiful cock?" she asked.
"Please finish with my boxers first, young lady," he replied, and, blushing, she did, tugging them down around his feet and allowing him to step out of boxers and jeans and kick them away, dominantly (Sarah thought).
"Now, little slut, you may begin your lesson. One rule: Unless I say you may use your hands, you are to pleasure me only with your mouth." He put his fingertips under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. "You may hold onto the backs of my thighs, if you like, but if it turns out that you have trouble with this command, as some girls do, your hands will be bound behind you–after, of course, you are chastised for the infraction. Do you understand?"
Sarah whimpered at the thought of having her hands bound behind her, and said, with a wavering voice, "Yes, sir."
John released her chin. "Open your mouth and put out your tongue, girl," he said. Panting, she did. She watched him take his cock in his right hand (what was there in that simple gesture that gave off such arrogance?) and bring it closer to her face. She put her hands out and held his thighs, as he had instructed. She saw only his pubis: the approaching cock, the crinkly hair. Oh, lord. She really was his and she loved it.
The cock came down upon her tongue. "Good girl," Professor Dunn, said. Sarah's jaw began to feel like it would soon begin to ache. John put his hands around the back of her head, just at the top of her neck.
Sarah didn't know what to do. Was she supposed to do what she'd done with Fred, and what the girl in the porno had done with the big cock, and make that bobbing sort of motion? She started to bob ever so slightly, but John said, "No, Sarah." His cock felt, on her tongue, much bigger than it had looked. Desperate, she looked up, into his eyes.
"Do I have to get the paddle, young lady? You know where your eyes are supposed to be!" Abashed and nearly frantic now, she returned her eyes to John's crotch. Her jaw had definitely started to ache.
Then John held her head firmly in place, and thrust himself, slowly, deep into her mouth. She gagged instantly, and let go of his thighs, and even tried for a few seconds to push him away, but he held himself in, while she retched, and he said "That's it. So
John held her head lightly, stroking her hair. Gently, he pulled her face closer to his boxer-covered crotch, gently, but also insistently. When she felt her neck go stiff despite herself, and thus provide a bit of resistance to the pressure of John's hands, he simply pulled harder, until her nose was inside the vent of the boxers. She smelled masculine arousal, and it affected her like some sort of drug. She seemed to be floating outside herself.
"Kiss, Sarah," he said. Automatically, she kissed the place where her lips were, on his boxers, and felt, under the cloth, something moving–something very hard.
"Ask permission to remove my boxers and uncover me. Remember how you are to proceed?"
"Sir, may I please uncover your beautiful cock?"
"Excellent, young lady. Yes, you may."
Sarah put her hands up and worked her fingertips inside the waistband of his boxers, then tugged. This she had never done before, and the underwear seemed to get caught on something, and she let out a little whimper of fear and frustration. And she realized with a thrill of dread and desire she worried she might be punished.
"It's alright, good girl," John said softly. "It's your first time."
Sarah tried again, and got the boxers down to John's thighs, with their curly brown hair, and her professor's cock sprang in front of her at last, pointing at her out of its nest of dark hairs, in which she noticed a few grey ones, and it was beautiful, because it was his. It was not as big as Fred's, let alone the cock of the guy on the porno, but she had no trouble finding the reverence that had been enjoined on her.
"Sir, may I kiss your beautiful cock?" she asked.
"Please finish with my boxers first, young lady," he replied, and, blushing, she did, tugging them down around his feet and allowing him to step out of boxers and jeans and kick them away, dominantly (Sarah thought).
"Now, little slut, you may begin your lesson. One rule: Unless I say you may use your hands, you are to pleasure me only with your mouth." He put his fingertips under her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. "You may hold onto the backs of my thighs, if you like, but if it turns out that you have trouble with this command, as some girls do, your hands will be bound behind you–after, of course, you are chastised for the infraction. Do you understand?"
Sarah whimpered at the thought of having her hands bound behind her, and said, with a wavering voice, "Yes, sir."
John released her chin. "Open your mouth and put out your tongue, girl," he said. Panting, she did. She watched him take his cock in his right hand (what was there in that simple gesture that gave off such arrogance?) and bring it closer to her face. She put her hands out and held his thighs, as he had instructed. She saw only his pubis: the approaching cock, the crinkly hair. Oh, lord. She really was his and she loved it.
The cock came down upon her tongue. "Good girl," Professor Dunn, said. Sarah's jaw began to feel like it would soon begin to ache. John put his hands around the back of her head, just at the top of her neck.
Sarah didn't know what to do. Was she supposed to do what she'd done with Fred, and what the girl in the porno had done with the big cock, and make that bobbing sort of motion? She started to bob ever so slightly, but John said, "No, Sarah." His cock felt, on her tongue, much bigger than it had looked. Desperate, she looked up, into his eyes.
"Do I have to get the paddle, young lady? You know where your eyes are supposed to be!" Abashed and nearly frantic now, she returned her eyes to John's crotch. Her jaw had definitely started to ache.
Then John held her head firmly in place, and thrust himself, slowly, deep into her mouth. She gagged instantly, and let go of his thighs, and even tried for a few seconds to push him away, but he held himself in, while she retched, and he said "That's it. So
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