Visiting Ms. Mayberry's Home

As I gathered my things at the end of the school day on Friday, Ms. Mayberry spoke up. "Mr. Larkspur," she said, a formality to her voice that was meant for everyone else's ears. "I'd like to speak to you after class."

"Yes, ma'am," I said. I was a bit worried that there might have been some problem - one of the other students having found out about our relationship, for example. As the rest of the class filed out, though, she seemed calm and unbothered, simply waiting patiently at her desk.

Once the classroom was completely empty other than the two of us, she spoke up. "I'd like to invite you to my home. It's the weekend, so I could take good care of you, Mr. Larkspur," she offered, and I was instantly hard to those words. Something about hearing that, from a sexy, chocolate-colored older woman, made me want to fuck her long and hard.

"That sounds great," I said. "Let me just text my mom that I won't be coming home tonight. Oh-" I added, as I took out my phone, "-and when we're alone together, you can call me Sam."

She smiled gently at that. "If you want, you can call me Mabel instead."

"I'll do that, then, Mabel," I said, and I thought I saw her smile get that little bit brighter at the comment.

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Mabel owned a small place - a simple manufactured home, shaped like a brick with a few bedrooms. It opened straight into the living room, a television in place on one wall. I had expected her to just sit me down and start sucking me off or something - instead, she spoke up. "Just take a seat, watch whatever you like on the television. I'll go make you some dinner. What would you like, Sam?" She seemed to be toying with the words on her tongue. "I can make spaghetti, pizza, chips and queso, sandwiches, salad..." she said, heading to the kitchen as she spoke, her voice becoming a bit more distant.

"I guess chips and queso," I said.

"Do you like it on the spicy end, or more cheesy?" She asked, as I heard the fridge open.

"Spicy," I called out, settling onto the couch. It was pretty comfy.

"And to drink? I have Pepcid, Sunkiss, and Latorade. Or water."

"Sunkiss." I wound up watching a sitcom on her couch for a bit. Not quite what I'd been thinking of, when she invited me over, but I guessed there was more to life than sex.

Less than fifteen minutes later, Mabel emerged from her kitchen with a large bowl of white queso and a bag of chips, which she promptly placed on the small table in front of me, then sat down next to me. "Would you like me to handfeed you?" She asked, her voice gentle. It was a sincere offer, and I don't even think it was really made to try to get me to take her on as a Pet, gauging by the way she said it and her body language. Either that, or she was a way better actor than expected.

"Sure," I said, and then I got to enjoy that beautiful, buxom teacher hand-feed me queso, holding out one hand to make sure it didn't drip onto my shirt, her breasts sometimes pressing into my upper arm as she came close. Occasionally, I reached out for my Sunkiss and chugged it for a bit, before going back to watching television. It probably should have been awkward, but she had this warm smile on her lips the entire time, occasionally leaning in to peck me on the cheek, which made it much, much less awkward. It was just nice. Intimate. Sweet.

Around the same time the show ended, she'd scooped out the entire contents of the bowl, and took it back into the kitchen to wash out. Then she came back to me, one hand going to gently rub my shoulder, smiling down at me. "Why don't we go to the bedroom, and I give you a blowjob, Sam?"

"Sounds good to me," I said. I was feeling a bit passive at the moment, but it was a nice change of pace. I headed into her bedroom - she had a large bed, which she directed me to lay down on, before she clambered up on hands and knees, pulling down my pants and revealing my hard cock to open air.

She took in a long, deep breath through her nose, her hair flowing around her features as she smiled up at me, and kissed the tip. "Just relax," she said, in a soft tone of voice, before her tongue slithered out of her mouth, running slowly up my whole length. My own paler skin tone contrasted lewdly with her delicious dark chocolate color, really making my skin pop in contrast to hers. Her pink tongue also made a particularly delicious point of contrast, as it flashed back and forth, undulating along my length. She gave a quick suckle to my tip, then startod to slowly slide down.

Her whole body wiggled as she took me to the base, her butt happily bouncing back and forth, this beautiful round show as my cock disappeared down her throat. I groaned softly, grabbing the back of her head and holding her down for several long seconds. She gave me this quietly contemplative look up from between my thighs, then started to peel back on my cock. I didn't stop her, as she popped off, a bit of spit trailing from her lower lip down to my cock for a moment. "If you want something to do with your hands," she said, grabbing the base of her top and pulling it up and off, revealing those gorgeous round tits to open air, "you can play with my tits. Let me set the pace - I promise, I'll make you feel really good."

My cock twitched at those words, and I obliged her, grabbing one breast in either hand and just squeezing and mashing them in my hands. She hummed, smiling for a moment, before she wrapped her lips around my cock and started to bob again. She was very attentive, always staring up at me, her brown eyes bright as she slurped up and down my cock. I could feel her perky nipples scraping at my palms as she worked lovingly up and down my whole length, twisting her head from side to side slowly, methodically, gobbling me up again and again. Her throat swelled each time she took me to the base, and she just seemed to be enjoying herself.

It wasn't entirely due to the taste or smell or feeling, either. I could tell that much. Whenever I'd groan, or tilt my head back, she'd let out a pleased little hum, her fingers brushing along my thighs. When she'd do something amazing with her tongue or throat, and I'd wind up squeezing her tits reflexively, she'd let out a throaty purr around my cock. It was more at provoking that reaction, than anything to do with my haphazard molestation of her tits.

It made it particularly sexy, enjoying myself like that - with Colleen, I liked her, so I'd often do things just to make sure she enjoyed herself too. Here, even though I liked Mabel quite a bit, I didn't feel the slightest bit nervous about just letting her do all the work. The way she looked up at me, it wasn't as if I was selfishly enjoying her body without any reciprocation. It wasn't even like Joan or Julia, where they relished even blowjobs to an obscene extent. It was just... nice. She liked doing this for me, taking care of me, just letting me lie back while she did all the work. Her head swiveled softly around my length as she bobbed up and down endlessly, her tongue flashing along my length inside her mouth, bits of spittle raining down onto my thighs and pelvis as she worked.

Eventually, she popped off, stroking me with one hand as she spoke. "Are you enjoying yourself, Sam?" I nodded, and she smiled brightly at that, before leaning forward, wrapping her breasts around my cock, her fingers sliding under mine to mash the large round things into my cock. "I'm glad that you're happy. I want to make you feel good," she said, leaning forward to pepper my cockhead with more kisses, like a mother doting on her baby rather than a beautiful woman sucking cock. It made me twitch in between her breasts, and she smiled up at me. "For the whole rest of the weekend, feel free to make yourself at home. Don't bother doing any work - just let me take care of you," she said, before pressing her face back into her bosom and quietly suckling on my cockhead.

"Fuck," I breathed out, as her cheeks hollowed around my cock, putting it under an intense pressure. Her tongue would occasionally flick out to rub at my tip, and I moved my hands up to her head, softly running through her hair as she quietly worked me over like that, doting on my cock with every fiber of her being and loving every last second. "That's amazing, Mabel," I sighed, just closing my eyes and losing myself in the moment, enjoying the soft and sweet press of her lips against the ridge of my cock, her tongue slithering forward to slash across the very tip of my dick.

I lasted only a minute or two in that position, before finally coming in her mouth. She eagerly sucked it all down, swallowing repeatedly, smiling up at me with her eyes as her lips remained firmly attached to my cock. When every last droplet of cum had been sucked out of me, she popped her lips - and her breasts - off my cock.

"I hope you enjoyed yourself, Sam," she said, even as her fingers slid along the underside of my shirt, slowly pushing it upwards and starting to undress me. "You don't need any clothes, I don't think. They just get in the way," she proclaimed, without the slightest hesitation, and my cock was raging hard, as I helped her pull off my shirt, leaving me naked on her best, my sexy chocolate teacher now starting to strip herself bare. "We can just stay here, in my home, for the whole weekend. You won't have to worry about anything, other than telling me if I do something you don't like," she explained, as she shifted on the bed, beginning to peel off her own skirt and panty combination, leaving her just as naked as I was.

She was a gorgeous woman: full-figured, with long, dark hair, a sweet mien, gorgeous breasts and an equally gorgeous ass, that looked deliciously round. My hand reached out for it on automatic, giving it a bit of a squeeze, and she giggled as she took a gentle hold of my wrist. "Do you want my pussy, Sam?"

Up until that point, we hadn't actually had vaginal sex. There wasn't any particular reason for it on my end, other than my love of blowjobs and the fact that I could get away with it. Seeing her spread her legs as she knelt on the bed, revealing her pink, glistening sex in the process - well, I decided that I did want her pussy. "Yes," I said, and she smiled warmly at that, shifting her body up on the bed until her pussy teased at my cock.

With her hands, she took a grip on either of mine, pinning them to my sides, her fingers lacing together with mine as she continued to tease me. There was a long, quiet moment, and then she leaned forward, giving me a soft, loving kiss on the lips, her nipples scraping against my bare skin, her sex still just barely teasing my cock, as if she were kissing it with her lower lips just as she had been kissing it with her mouth a shot time prior. She slid down a bit, kissing my chin, then my throat, and her sex slowly began to slide down my length, engulfing my cock. "I'm not on the pill," she breathed out, her voice soft. "If you don't want to impregnate me, now's the time to say something."

My dick twitched inside her, and I hurriedly shook my head. The thought of this gorgeous woman, standing up in front of class, teaching them, her belly starting to swell with my child - it was hot as hell. I was already going raw inside of Colleen plenty, and I'd be happy to make Mabel a mother too. She smiled warmly at that, leaning down to kiss my nose, a quick little boop of a touch before her sex finally hit the base, completely absorbing my length inside her, our two bodies appearing to become one.

At that point, she let go of my hands, reaching instead for my head, softly running her fingers through my hair with a loving, gentle touch, fingers trailing through and playing with it, curling a strand around her finger before letting it go, a doting smile on her face the whole time. "Would you like to enjoy my breasts more?" She asked, in this gentle, teasing note, and then pulled me up into her bosom when I happily let her, practically smothering me in those gorgeous brown orbs. "That's good, isn't it? I hope you like it..." Her fingers continued to soothingly run through my hair, as I started to really enjoy those soft breasts against my face, finding my way to one of her nipples to suck on. She hummed happily at my suckling, her hard nipple seeming to grow harder as she rode me.

It was a gentle thing, really taking her time with me, but it was by no means teasing - just slow. Long and loving, as her hips made a circular movement while they rode up and down my cock. My own hands wandered to her ass cheeks, groping the gorgeous orbs, which felt just as full and round as her tits, if not quite as soft. "That's good," she said. "Just enjoy yourself however you like, Sam. I'll take good care of you." To emphasize the point, her pussy squeezed tight around my cock, just gripping my length again and again as she slowly ground herself down on my cock, rubbing against it.

I could tell she was also enjoying herself, though, hot pants escaping her throat intermittently as I kneaded the flesh of her ass, her tits jiggling up against my face as she worked herself atop me. "Mmm... come whenever you want, Sam," she said, squeezing tight on my cock to really emphasize the point. "I just want to make you feel good. You don't have to worry about me at all. Hearing you moan as you come is more than enough for me," she continued, and it had me throbbing my hips starting to buck up into her in response to such lewd words, my balls slapping at her in the process.

Her words seemed utterly sincere, too, as she kept going, coaxing me to come inside her, daring me to make her a mother. "I'm twenty-four... it might be my last chance to have a human child for a long time, Sam. So don't hesitate, make me a mother, if that's what you want," she continued, softly grinding herself against my pelvis, my cock frantically twitching inside her, threatening to explode at seemingly any second. She felt absolutely fantastic, as she worked me over, giving me doting kisses on the top of my head in between yet more lewd words, her fingers constantly petting me, lovingly brushing through my hair as her pussy started to really work me over.

She had an incredible pussy, too. She just used seemingly every muscle in sequence, making it feel like I was getting jerked off inside her even when she was resting her hips against mine, that bubble butt of hers pressed against my pelvis. Her hands continued to softly run and stroke along my bare skin, sliding along my back, brushing through my hair, and I finally lost control and just came inside her with a low groan, hips pumping up against hers as I fired spurt after spurt in her waiting pussy. She sighed in contentment as she felt me come within her, and when I was completely spent, she pulled my head back from her bosom, smiling radiantly down at me, completely unconcerned that she hadn't come.

"That was good," she breathed out, one finger softly running along my cheek, down my neck, sending goosebumps along my skin. "Do you want to take a bath, Sam? I'll wash you up, and maybe handle your cock in the tub," she added, with an emphasizing wiggle of her hips.

It was sexy as hell, seeing her so confident and affectionate. "It sounds great," I said, smiling back up at her, and she promptly clambered up off my cock.

"It takes about ten minutes to run the bath," she called out, as she headed into her bathroom - an adjoining room, not bothering to shut the door behind her, giving me a wonderful view of her round ass and her pink sex, which was currently leaking just a trickle of cum. "Well, normally twelve, but there's going to be a second body in there, now," she called, out, glancing over her shoulder and grinning as she turned on the water. She paused at the threshold for her bathroom, picking up what looked like an old style cheapo alarm clock: just red digits on it, made up of some combination of seven lines, and clicking away for ten seconds or so, presumably setting an alarm.

Once that was done, she came back to the bed, sitting down on the side and reaching for my cock, gently stroking it. She smiled as she felt how hard I still was, her fingers brushing slowly up and down it. "Are you enjoying yourself so far, Sam?"

I nodded rapidly. "It's great, Mabel," I said, and she smiled warmly. She leaned over, tucking her hair behind one ear, and gave a quick kiss to my cockhead, making it twitch in her grasp.

"That's good," she said, soothingly. "I want you to feel good, Sam. I promise to take care of you, just like this, if I become your Pet," she said, her tongue flicking against my slit for a moment. "Every day. Massages. Baths. Blowjobs. Titfucks. I'll cook, I'll clean, I'll do your laundry, I'll take care of you, and I'll dote on you every day. Whatever you want." Her words - and the soft breaths that brushed against my cock and accompanied them - served to get me more and more aroused, my cock twitching again. She wrapped her lips around my tip at that point, then simply slid down my length, my entire cock vanishing into her throat in just a second.

"Fuck," I groaned out.

She let out an affirmative hum, as if to say, 'Yes, I am quite good, aren't I?' Mostly, though, it vibrated my dick in her throat, making me twitch, my balls slapping at her cheek erotically, one of her hands moving to fondle them as she held herself down on me. Those beautiful cheeks of hers swallowed and slurped around my cock, her eyes looking up at me as she worked me over like that, tongue slithering around and around on my cock, as she started to bob up and down, cleaning her own juices off my dick.

Soon enough, I was on the edge again, the alarm having not gone off yet, so it couldn't have been ten minutes. "Fuck. I'm going to come again," I said, and she slithered up to my tip, taking in one long, lovely breath through her nose, and jerking me off desperately into her mouth. It felt fantastic, the way she slurped on the very tip, and soon enough, I was coming in her mouth, with her hungrily swallowing up every last drop she could get without hesitation.

When I was finished, the alarm went off at almost the same time, and she hurriedly scurried over into the bathroom, turning off the faucet for the tub and turning off the alarm a moment later. "God, you're great," I said, lying there, my cock still hard as she came back to sit on the edge of the bed again. She idly stroked my length, a soft, tentative thing, not really trying to jerk me off, just trying to keep me hard while I gathered my breath. She was being unbelievably nice to me, so I was just a bit concerned about one thing... "I haven't made you come at all, have I?"

"Hmm?" She tilted her head like she didn't quite understand the question.

"I mean, not just today, either. I can't... remember having ever made you come."

"Oh. Don't worry about that, Sam," she said, gently trailing one finger along my body in this idle, twisting motion. "I just want to make you feel good. I don't care about my orgasms. Only yours..." She teased her finger at my slit, collecting a little bit of precum and popping it into her mouth, sucking on it hungrily and happily for a moment before she spoke up again. "Or maybe Colleen's, if you want me to pleasure your little girlfriend, too. But don't worry about making me come. As long as you enjoy yourself, I'm satisfied. Honestly, it can be frustrating when the man gets too... focused on making me come - it makes it harder for me to do the work on my end. If I come, I just think of it as a nice little bonus."

Some people would have argued or something. That would have been 'the thing' to do. But Mabel was an adult - a very sexy adult - and by the way she said that, it was obvious that she didn't care at all. It wasn't affected. So, I decided to just enjoy my hot teacher's willingness to focus entirely on my pleasure and do all the work. "Alright," I said, throwing my legs off the bed. "Let's get to that bath, and the cleaning you promised," I said, grinning at the thought. She smiled right back, taking my hand and lying me down in her tub. It was pretty decently sized, at least horizontally, and my hard cock was soon swallowed up by the warm water that caressed my bare skin, washing away her juices and spit.

She knelt at the edge of the tub, at first, grabbing her soap and starting to rub it into my bare chest with one hand, the other reaching down to stroke my cock under the water. The position made her breasts hang over the edge, looking particularly large as they rested, half on the rim, half just teasing the water line. I settled into place and let her work, rubbing the soap in, scrubbing across my bare skin, and jerking me off all the while. With the hand that was closer, I reached for her tits, absently groping and playing with them, and she just smiled at that, wiggling them invitingly at me.

"How did nobody choose to keep you as a Pet before now?"

She let out a light chuckle at that, kissing my cheek dotingly. "Mm... I don't know. I guess I'm just lucky that I'm your type," she said, smiling as she put down the soap, seemingly having finished up cleaning my torso. She clambered into the tub, then, sitting so she faced me, kneeling in between my legs. Now the tub felt a bit more cramped, though not outrageously so, and her hands reached down for my cock, softly stroking it. "Do you want a blowjob, a titfuck, sex, anal... anything you want, Sam, I'll be happy to provide," she explained, as she kept on stroking me. "Just tell me, and I'll do it."

Tempting as it was to feel those gorgeous tits of hers wrapped around my dick at that point, I had already gotten plenty of blowjobs and titfucks from Mabel. I wanted more, now. "I want you to ride me again," I said, and she smiled brightly, shifting her hips up so she straddled me, her legs getting squished against the rim a bit as she found that position, but she didn't complain, as her pink sex descended into the water and enveloped my cock.

I groaned. The feeling of her pussy around my cock was absolutely fantastic, in the tub, her tight pussy wrapping around my dick deliciously as she slid slowly down. She reached down for the water, scooping up some and dripping it down on her own breasts, making the gorgeous dark flesh glisten deliciously. Once she'd done it a few times - the jiggling wet beauties attracting my attention even more than the rest of her gorgeous body - she leaned forward, and gently took my head, once more directing me into her bosom. I gladly enjoy the feeling, licking at the bare flesh, reaching up with my hands to grope and play with them, my tongue slithering along her bare flesh.

She once more showed that giving nature of hers, as she worked me over, humming and twisting her hips this way and that, eventually hitting on what seemed to be the exactly perfect way to fuck me, her hips bouncing up and down as she held me in her breasts, kissed the top of my head, lovingly ran her fingers through my hair, and worked her pussy like it was a slave. Every inch seemed to contract and constrict intermittently, her entire pussy working overtime to make me come. It felt absolutely fantastic, and I just lost myself in the moment, as she let out soothing words.

"That's it. Just enjoy yourself. Don't worry about anything, Sam. I'll take good care of you." When I would groan or twitch, bucking my hips up into her, she'd speak up too. "That's a good boy. Just enjoy yourself, Sam. Come in my pussy whenever you're ready, Sam. Come in your teacher's pussy." If my fingers got more attentive in their groping of her tits, my tongue more thorough in its licking, she'd speak on that, too: "I'm glad you like my breasts, Sam. You can enjoy them any time. Any way you want. Just tell me, okay? I'll take good care of you with my whole body, and that includes letting you play with my tits. Or my butt, or anything else, if you want."

It felt great, just losing myself in the moment, not caring at all about her pleasure. Unlike, say, Julia, whose pleasure I didn't care about because I didn't like her, with Mabel, I wasn't indulging some sadistic, domineering impulse. I was being lovingly doted on by a woman who cared for me, and who didn't care at all about her own pleasure. I was the submissive one, the one on the bottom, as she fucked and sucked and did everything else that a man could want from a woman, all the while offering me coaxing praise and guiding me this way and that. It felt pleasantly intimate and loving, and it had me coming inside her quite quickly, groaning as I simply blasted cum into her pussy.

She let out a soft sigh of pleasure at that, kissing the top of my head and pulling me out of her breasts as I came. When I was finished, she spoke up. "The water is going to make it slosh around, Sam. It might wind up sticking to you. Are you okay with that, or do you want to get out of the tub now?" She gave no indication that she'd rather it one way or the other, seemingly completely happy to do whatever I wanted. It was hot as hell.

"I'd rather get out, I think," I said, and quickly we both were clambering out, Mabel being the one to dry me with her own towels, dabbing me down quickly.

"We can do whatever it is you want next," she said, as she dried herself off. "Go watch TV, have me make you more food, give you a massage, whatever."

I'd been thinking, somewhere in the back of my head, about watching porn on her television while she sucked me off, but to be honest, something about her made me not want to be distracted by another woman in this situation. At least, not that way - a threesome I was sure would be great, given what she'd said about Colleen. The offer of a massage made it for me. "I'd like a massage." A woman as giving as her would also, presumably, be great fun as a masseuse.

In short order, I was lying face down on her bed, Mabel straddling my naked body with her own nude form. I only got to appreciate it out of the corner of my eye as I lay there, her hands rubbing and grinding at my shoulder blades. "You have such nice muscles," she breathed out, this soft, husky thing. "Are you enjoying your massage?" I grunted and nodded as her hands kept running slowly, lovingly, down my back, humming pleasantly as she squeezed at my flanks, feeling me up and massaging me at the same time. She made her way down my whole body, groping my ass, my thighs, my calves. When she finally arrived down at my toes, her fingers slid between each of them in turn, making a certain shiver run down my spine, and I felt her kiss them each in turn. It wasn't some obscenely submissive thing, like it might have been from Julia, it was just sweet and loving and attentive. I'm not even sure she was doing it for my benefit, rather than appealing to something on her end.

Either way, by the end of the massage, I was rock hard, and she noticed as much. "Why don't you lift your butt up? I have a fun little thing to take care of your hard-on." Obediently, I did so, trusting her to take care of me, since she'd done it plenty already. Her hands groped my butt for a second, then one slid down for my cock, softly jerking me off. The other hand held my ass cheeks wide, while she leaned forward, flicking her tongue against my anus, sending a sharp spark of pleasure through my body. "Is this nice? Some men don't like it," she said, flicking her tongue against it again.

"It's nice," I said, instantly. I didn't want her to stop, didn't want those smooth fingers to abandon my cock, didn't want to lose the flicking of her tongue against my asshole, this sweet, loving woman, finding all new ways to express how good she wanted me to feel. "It's very nice. Fuck," I groaned, as her fingers started to stroke me faster and faster. "You'd make an excellent Pokegirl," I groaned out, and she let out a soft hum of curiosity, as if asking why. "You're gorgeous, giving, and sexy as hell. The only way I can imagine your blowjobs being any better is if you orgasmed from giving them."

She let out a soft hum into my butt, something appreciative, as her fingers continued to stroke me. She was really taking her time in this awkward, ridiculous, position, but that just made it all the more sexy, that she liked me - liked pleasing me - enough to do something like this for me.

I didn't hold back, coming in short order, and I felt her bring up her other hand to cover the tip of my cock, collecting my cum on her palm. She didn't stop her rimming me, even as I came, just attentively collecting all my seed on her hand until I was completely spent. It was only then that she pulled back, gently laying me back down. "Mm," she said, and I could hear her sniffing, just catch a hint of her out of the corner of my eye, as she smelled the hand that was coated in my cum. I rolled over at the realization that she was doing as much, and she smiled, making a show of it as she licked her hand clean of my semen, slithering her tongue this way and that, staring me dead in the eyes all the while.

Even with my teenage libido, though, I needed a bit of a break, after having come so many times in such quick succession. "I think..." I sighed. "I'd like to just watch some TV, without sex, for a bit."

"Of course, Sam," she said, nodding quietly. I managed to throw my legs off the bed and stumble into her living room, flopping down on her couch, completely naked; she soon joined me, her fingers idly running through my hair as she leaned up against me, the touch affectionate and sweet, seemingly not thinking about sex at all, despite the way her full tits were pressed up against my bicep, and my naked cock was exposed to open air while we watched some brainless sitcom.

By the time it finished, though, my thoughts were starting to drift back to sex, so I turned off the TV. "I want another blowjob," I said, knowing I sounded bratty, but she just smiled and kissed my cheek before getting down on her knees in front of me, softly kissing and suckling at my cock. I leaned back, closing my eyes, and enjoyed her movements, the way her tongue slithered up and down my cock, the way her fingertips teased and danced along the bare skin. At times, my dick would just rest on her nose, and I could hear her sniffing - if I dared to open my eyes, I got the gorgeous view of my pale dick resting across her dark features, an insanely sexy sight.

What she did could almost be described as playing with my cock, more than sucking it. She'd tilt it this way and that, to get better access to this or that place, then lick and suckle at some particular spot. A single fingertip would sometimes slide all the way along the length, others point at the very slit and tease it for precum. Her lips kissed at my cock, her breaths softly washing across it. Occasionally, she'd take it in her mouth entirely, slobbering as she bobbed up and down; when she did that, her hands would slide sweetly along my thighs, or up my stomach, almost worshipful in the loving attention she gave me.

I finally came after maybe five minutes, and she let every last droplet get on her tongue this time, the seed splattering against her palate as she sighed contentedly at the taste. When I was completely spent, she popped off, just swilling my cum for a bit, clearly loving it.

"This is really great," I said. She smiled warmly, still kneeling, naked, with my cum in her mouth. I definitely wanted her to threshhold at that point, I was that aroused by her loving treatment. "I think I want to see how you work with another girl, in this context."

She'd cleaned me off after I'd fucked Rachel or Colleen, sometimes, but how she'd treated me in her home was different from how she'd treated me in her office, and it felt more real, somehow. As if those loving, giving blowjobs were her hiding this side of herself. Maybe because a lot of extremely stupid guys had gotten turned off by it, somehow? I couldn't imagine.

"If that's what you'd like," she said, humming sweetly and kissing my cockhead.

"Ah... tomorrow," I decided, staring down at her. "I definitely want to enjoy you alone for a while longer."

"Of course, Sam," she agreed easily, smiling up at me. I brushed my fingers through her hair. "You look like you still want more," she said, before wrapping her lips around my cockhead and sliding slowly, laboriously, down my length, gently twisting her head from side to side.

I just leaned back in the chair, relaxed, and enjoyed myself. It was a wonderful evening, all in all.