The Pleasure Chest Box Set(3)

My imagination is too far gone to stop. I’m on my knees in front of him, naked, taking him into my mouth just as he’s describing. His cock is straight and perfect and I want nothing more than to make him feel incredible, to prove that I’m good at this. That I’m not a sexual failure. He’ll close his eyes and groan as I take him deeper.

“After that first contact, I like a combination of things. I want a good rhythm that makes me feel like I’m fucking your mouth. I want you to keep using your tongue to tease me. And of course, I want you to take me as far as you can down your throat. There’s nothing hotter than watching your cock disappear into the mouth of a beautiful woman.” His eyes fall on me again, and I blush. He has to know I’m picturing all of this. He must know somehow that I want that. I want to take him back to my place and put my mouth on him, watch him go limp with pleasure. I want to drink him down.

“After that, it’s up to you. I’m in your hands, and I want you to make it last as long as possible before I come. And I want you to swallow,” he says. “Swallowing is absolute acceptance. It’s total commitment to the pleasure you just gave. I think that’s why most guys prefer it. I also love it when a woman will look up at me while she’s sucking. That eye contact is hot.”

I imagine that eye contact. His blue eyes on mine as his cock is in my mouth, while I slowly give him the pleasure that he wants. I’m wet, and I can’t believe that I’m so turned on right now. I shift in my seat, embarrassed by how much impact his words are having. I hope it’s not as obvious as it feels. The only thing more mortifying than crashing into a dick display would be having an orgasm in the middle of this class.

“Any questions?” he asks with a laugh, then clarifies. “They don’t have to be about what I just described.”

“I have one.” A girl behind me asks. She hasn’t spoken until now. “You mentioned using your hands to…” She stumbles. “…to get a guy hard. Well, it sounds stupid, but I’m always kind of afraid to do that because I think I’m going to hurt him. Could you explain how to do it right?”

“Sure.” Philip smiles. “I’ll tell you one thing, your mouth can help you there. It’s easier when everything is wetter.” He looks behind him at the table full of toys. “But it’s easy enough to show you. Maybe I’ll have someone come help me demonstrate.”

Half the hands in the room shoot into the air. I keep my hand down, the image of him and me too fresh in my mind. My body is still so turned on I’m not sure I could walk straight anyway. Philip smiles at all the volunteers. Then he looks right at me. “How about you?”

Shit.





3





Philip





The little blonde in the second row goes scarlet when I call on her.

So far, this has been interesting.

I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to teach someone how to give a good blowjob, never having given one. I’m sure there’s good tips that Christa would give that I’m missing completely. I can only hope that she’ll be well enough for part two of the class. Or maybe she can give me some notes.

Christa did warn me that everyone in the class would try to hit on me. I internally roll my eyes as I remember her calling me ‘eye-candy.’ But she wasn’t wrong. I recognize the hungry look on some of these women’s faces. And there’s a time when I would have responded to that—taken advantage of the sheer lust of so many women, and taken one of them home. Maybe more than one. But I wasn’t lying when I told them I enjoyed the intimacy of that position. I’m tired of mindless fucking and waking up next to someone who doesn’t remember my name.

That’s what I didn’t tell them about my favorite kind of blowjob—that it’s made ten times better if it’s someone you care about wrapped around your cock. But it’s been a long time since I’ve had that, and it’s what I want. So I do my best to avoid women who are looking at me the way the brunette in the front row is.

The only person who isn’t looking at me like that is the blonde who’s walking towards me, trying desperately not to look at me. I haven’t been able to stop looking at her since I walked in. Bombshell. That’s how I’d describe her. She’s like classic California with way more curves. Skin a sun kissed tan and honey hair that I would swear has been nowhere near bleach. I run my eyes up and down her as she comes to stand in front of me. My dick responds to her automatically, and I adjust my stance so it won’t be obvious. I’d love to have my hands full of those curves.

I extend my hand to her. “What’s your name?”

She takes my hand, giving me an unexpectedly firm handshake. “Mayra.”

“Nice to meet you,” I say.

She nods, discomfort pouring off her in waves. The urge to get her to loosen up is overwhelming. I place my hand on the small of her back, guiding her closer to the table. “We’ve got a lot of toys here,” I say. “Help me hand them out, and then you can help me demonstrate.”

“Okay.” She hasn’t looked me in the eye once. She grabs a couple of the dildos, handing them to the girls in the first row. I pass some out too, smiling at the nervous laughter that comes with me handing them a fake penis. Granted, some of these are a little outrageous. They range in shape and size from smooth and small to huge and painfully realistic. That doesn’t even cover the colors, of which some are flesh tone, some more like the Skittles rainbow.

When everyone has something and Mayra is back at the front of the room, there are only a couple toys left. A blue vibrating dildo that is ridged and looks almost serpentine, and a realistic dildo—still in its packaging—that looks like candy. It’s a swirl of pink, blue, and orange, and the name on the package tells me it’s called a Mustang. I smile inwardly. It’s a pretty good name for a dildo. “Pick your poison,” I say to Mayra, gesturing to the toys. The look she gives the blue one almost makes me laugh. Instead, she points to the Mustang. “Good choice,” I say. “This is called the Mustang, so it’s bound to give you a pretty good ride.”

She takes the packaging from me and looks at it. “And it’s made by Vixen, so maybe it will seduce you into a good ride.”

My laugh is sudden and strong. I never would have guessed a comeback like that would come from her. “Fair enough,” I say, taking back the tube and twisting it open. I take out the dildo, and am pleasantly surprised by the feel. It’s soft, with the give of skin, but with resistance like a real dick.

I reach out, taking Mayra by the shoulder and bringing her closer, face to face. I hold the dildo in front of me, facing out just like a real penis would. Though I keep it in front of my stomach. I don’t want her hands anywhere near my actual cock since it seems eager to be hard whenever I look at her. I raise an eyebrow in question. “Ready?”

She huffs out a breath. “Sure.”

I’m not sure why she’s so nervous, but I’m not going to ask questions. “Okay, I’ll use Mayra to show a couple examples of how to get a guy going like this. First thing—dicks aren’t nearly as fragile as you think. Don’t be afraid to use some pressure. We like that.” I reach out for Mayra’s hand, and for the first time since she came up here she looks me in the eye. I see what I couldn’t from a distance, her eyes are green. A warm green that’s beautiful, complimenting her skin and making her face come alive. She looks so unsure, and I wonder what made her so nervous over something like this. Someone as gorgeous as she is and with a comeback that fast doesn’t get nervous over a hand job—especially a fake one. I give her my best charming smile, taking her hand, and wrapping it around the dildo in my hand.

I desperately try not to imagine her hand wrapped around my real cock, and fail miserably. I take a moment to grit my teeth and will my dick under control. “This is a pretty safe way to go if you’re unsure.” I keep my hand on top of hers, slowly moving her hand back and forth over the dildo. “Use your whole hand to pull along the shaft, from base to tip and back. There’s hundreds of variations on this. Squeeze.” I squeeze her hand beneath mine. “Twist your hand while you move.” I twist her hand.

“You can isolate a couple fingers in a circle to stroke the head,” I say. “That’s fun. Or use both hands.” I pull Mayra’s other hand up to join, wrapping her fingers around so the bright dildo almost disappears. She looks up at me, and we’re close enough that I see her pupils dilate. I would give almost anything to know what she’s thinking right at this second.

“Okay,” I say. “Pair up and practice. Take turns holding and stroking.” I hear a few scattered giggles at that. “I’ll come around in a couple minutes and give you pointers.”

I look down at Mayra, moving my hands back so I’m only holding the base of the dildo. “Why don’t you give it a try?” I say softly. A soft blush comes to her cheeks, but she doesn’t say no. Instead, she slowly starts to move her hands up and down the colorful dick. Way too slowly. “You’re nervous.”