The Pleasure Chest Box Set(9)

He’s watching me, his breathing ragged. I feel his hands weave into my hair, undoing my ponytail. His hand guides my rhythm and speed, showing me exactly what he needs, and he pushes me a little deeper. He’s cursing under his breath, telling me how good it feels, and the warmth of his praise settles in me and motivates me even more. I start using my hands too, sucking him down like no other blowjob I’ve given. His fingers tighten in my hair and I look up at him. “I’m going to come,” he says. “Swallow it. Swallow me.”

I don’t stop to tell him that was always the plan, that I want him so much that I never considered something else. Instead, I plunge down on his cock, the deepest I’ve gone. I seal my lips around him and suck, slowly pulling back up his shaft. I feel his cock twitch inside my mouth, and Philip groans as the first stream of his cum hits my tongue. He tastes sweeter than I expected, and I swallow it all as he continues to come. His whole body relaxes as he finishes, and I look up at him, releasing him from my mouth.

“Show me,” he says, and I open my mouth to show him how empty it is, how I took everything from him.

He doesn’t look like he’s unhappy, or that he had a bad time. I hope that going to that class did some good—at least on him—and that he was right, that I was a good student. But I can’t ask, at least not yet. Once I ask, he’ll know just how wrong everything is. But I watch his eyes darken as he looks at me, and I know that we’re not finished yet.





8





Philip





Holy shit.

Staring at Mayra kneeling in front of me, I’m completely dazed. She just made me come harder than I thought I could, and I still want more of her. My dick is ready to go again just looking at her. She’s breathing hard, a faint sheen of sweat on her skin from the effort, and damn if she isn’t the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen. And she was clearly paying attention to what I said in class yesterday, she did everything I said that I wanted in a blowjob—hell I didn’t even need to give her the tips I did. I only did it because she asked. Her mouth is by far the best thing my cock has ever felt.

For now. I have a feeling that her pussy is going to beat that, and I have every intention of finding out. I stand, pulling her to her feet and immediately sweeping her off them. I pause only for a moment to grab that dildo off the table before heading in the direction she disappeared earlier. Her bedroom must be back here.

“What are you doing?” she asks, and I look down to find her tits bouncing beautifully as I walk with her.

I find her bedroom at the end of the hall, the morning light pouring in from the windows and highlighting a gorgeous bed. “I’m going to fuck you,” I say as I set her down, “and I’m not going to do it on the couch.” Her breath catches, and I’m close enough to see her eyes go wide with anticipation and arousal. I stand back from the bed, stripping off my shirt and pushing my jeans off my hips. She’s already seen mine, and now I want to see hers.

I lean over her, pressing my lips against her stomach and hooking my fingers in her leggings. “I want to see that pretty cunt of yours,” I whisper against her skin, and I feel her shudder. The leggings peel away from her skin and I’m mesmerized by her legs. Every inch of them is smooth and the light coming in makes her skin glow. I toss the leggings away and return to her stomach, kissing my way to that patch of hair between her legs. “Open for me,” I say, and she does.

Her pussy is pink and gorgeous, already wet and glistening. The fact that I did this—that her body is responding to mine—makes me feel primal and alive, and I’m overcome with the need to taste her. She gasps as I make contact, my lips smoothing across her clit, tongue flicking out to tease. She tastes good, sweet and floral and female. I sweep my tongue down across her pussy, gathering her wetness on my tongue, licking her clean.

Her opening is too tempting to resist, and I cover it with my lips, tracing the edges with my tongue. She groans, and I fight the smile that plays at my lips. Instead, I dip my tongue inside her cunt, feeling her curves and heat. Sliding my mouth back to her clit, I suck. I drag her clit as deep inside my mouth as it can go, and her hips thrust upwards, further into my mouth.

She shoves a hand into my hair, holding my face against her as I work her pussy with long, sweeping strokes of my tongue. She’s so aroused, it’s not going to take long for her to come. It won’t be the last time she comes today. Using my tongue, I move back and forth over her clit, creating a slow rhythm. I keep it steady, letting her arousal build, letting her body get used to the speed and look for more. As her hips start to move against me, I move my tongue faster. My flicking back and forth is like lightning, and I go faster until I can’t anymore. Her breath is coming heavy gasps, and I hear her murmuring things under her breath. Her muscles are starting to shake, and I know that she’s almost there.

Along with the movement of my tongue, I suck her clit again, savoring the taste and the cry it draws from her. Her hips are riding my face, and I know she’s seconds away. I give her clit one last stroke, sucking it between my teeth. Her orgasm breaks with a soft cry, and another burst of her sweetness floods over my tongue. I swirl my tongue across her pussy, feeling her contract underneath me, and I don’t pull my mouth away from her until I feel her body settle.

She sighs, and I love how content it sounds. Even if she is happy, I’m not close to finished. I crawl up her body, taking my time. I kiss the curve of her hip, lick the skin under her breast, draw her nipples into my mouth until I feel them harden between my lips. I’m enthralled with the way her body responds to mine, watching her skin flush as I touch her. Finally, I’m face to face with her, her blonde hair a tangled mess across the sheets. I kiss her, pressing my body against hers and reveling in the softness of her skin. Touching her is like a high I never want to come down from.

“That was…really good,” she says, and I laugh.

My own voice is rough, from her pleasure and mine and wanting more. “I’m glad you thought so. I’ve never taken a class in how to eat pussy.”

I watch her cheeks go pink, and smile at how easy her skin changes. “You don’t need to,” she says.

“Speaking of classes,” I say, picking up the dildo from where I left it on the bed and bringing it up to show her. “I want to know something.”

She’s eyeing the Mustang in my hand, and I wonder what she’s thinking. I wonder if she’s remembering what she did with it after she left the class, the same way I couldn’t stop myself from fantasizing about her.

“Did you use this to imagine me?”

Her cheeks aren’t pink anymore, they’ve blossomed into a flaming red. But all the same she locks eyes with me, and she says, “Yes.”

My cock goes fully hard again at the fact that she thought about me. I move the dildo down, fit it against her pussy, slide it in. She’s still so wet that it goes in easily, and she gasps, her back arching. It’s a gorgeous sight. “Did you fuck yourself with it, thinking it was me?”

“Yes,” she says immediately.

I pull the dildo back, almost all the way, and push it back in to the hilt, the suction cup almost flush with her skin. She gasps again, and her eyes flutter closed. I lean in, pressing my lips to her ear. “Did you come?”

She shudders as I thrust the Mustang in again. “Yes.”

I fuck her slowly with the toy, using it to warm her up. I lied a little bit when I said this toy was my size. I know I’m bigger, but I wanted to see her blush. “Do you want to know what the real thing feels like?”

Her eyes snap open, and I kiss her, pressing the dildo deep, holding it in place. She nods as I kiss her, and I pull the toy out of her pussy. I bring it up to her mouth. “Taste yourself,” I say softly, and she does. She opens her mouth and lets me put the toy inside. She sucks it down, and my cock is aching it’s so hard. Seeing her taste her wetness on this toy is almost as hot as seeing my cock in her mouth. A shock so raw goes through me, I know I can’t wait anymore to actually be inside her.

I grab a condom from my wallet and put it on, fitting myself between her legs. I press inside her, and I can’t stop a moan as I sink into her heat. I was right, her cunt hugging my cock is the by far the best thing its ever felt. Her gaze goes glassy as I push in to the hilt. “Mayra.” She looks at me, and the look of pleasure on her face sends triumph roaring through my system. “How does it feel?”

“Good,” she says. “More than good.”

Keeping my cock all the way inside her, I lean down to her lips. “Don’t hold back,” I say, between kissing her. “I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you scream. I want to hear you say my name.”

I pull out, and thrust back in, and it feels like heaven. I pull away from her, and I start moving inside her. I roll my hips against her, making sure I touch her already sensitive clit. I try to go slow, to draw out the feelings, and it’s sweet torture. I feel a hand on my chest, and I realize I’ve closed my eyes. Mayra is looking up at me, and she’s smiling. She wraps her legs around my waist, and pulls me closer. “My vagina isn’t made of glass,” she says, echoing my words from yesterday. “You can give it a good pounding.”