by Lola Fox
Grunting his way to finishing his climax, Justin smiles, looking down at me with a satisfied expression displayed on his face if I’ve ever seen one. His heavy cock already softening, careful not to spill any of his cum from my tongue, I suck the tip of his dick into my mouth and stroke his warm length, milking it to the very last drop.
“So fucking dirty,” he offers, his large hand combing my hair.
I smile and swallow it like a champ, the salty taste of his cum sliding down my throat with ease. “Takes one to know one.” All joking aside, this first-time fuck session was the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’ve had my share.
Justin steps back to lean against the wall when I ask, “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Huh?” He replies with a question of his own, a confused look marring his handsome face. “Resting.”
“Uh-uh. Grab that bar of soap, mister. You’ve got some cleaning left to do.” Rising to my feet, I gesture at my body with a wave of my hand, then, “You never finished washing me.”
“Oh, right, that. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been waiting so long to—”
I totally interrupt him. “Wait. You’ve thought about fucking me, haven’t you?”
Nodding, he takes his time to answer. “You caught me. I’m busted.”
“Wow. And to think…all this fucking time.” Asshole, dick-fuck. “But why the hard time?”
“I don’t have an answer for that—not one that’ll make any sense.”
“Tell me something. Sheesh.”
Raising a finger to his lips, he answers, “Okay. How ‘bout…it was kinda fun? Flirting with you?”
Flirting? Ugh. As if. I do a shake of my own with my head, but with a heavy dose of discontent. “Huh. That what you call it?”
Rolling his eyes from side to side, as if thinking up another excuse, a better excuse, he quickly returns, “I was scared and confused?”
“Really? This coming from a man who could kill a person with his bare hands? Not likely.” Well, at least, I kinda feel better knowing that he’s had an interest in me…probably all along, too.
“I told you nothing I said would make sense. Guys can be strange sometimes, you know that, right?” Is he asking me for my approval?
Okay, I think I’ve fucked with him long enough. Time to be the better person. I begin, “I suppose. I seem to have that effect on men. You know, driving them crazy.”
“I’m crazy, all right. For your pussy.”
“Hmm. It seems that guys say the strangest things sometimes, too. You really know how to butter a girl up, don’t you, Master Justin Park?”
“What can I say? It’s your fault.”
“That right? How’s it my fault?”
“’Cause your pussy…it’s magically delicious,” he says with a wide smile, complimented by a ridiculous nodding of his head. Fucking men. They never grow up…never act their age. Should’ve known he’d be no different. When it came down to it, even Mister Uptight himself was powerless against the allure of pussy.
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes at him and click my tongue, followed by a quick shake of my head. Pot calling the kettle black is so apropos here. To think, he was giving me a hard time for the way I was acting earlier. Men. Oy.
“May I?” he asks, picking up the bar of soap.
“Sure. You think you can manage to actually finish this time?” I press my tits together with my arms, smiling wide, realizing his tough exterior, the one he shows me, like all the time, is just a fucking ruse.
“I’ll do my best, Ms. Kinkaid. But I can’t promise to keep my hands off of you…you know, once I’ve finished cleaning you up. Wait…you almost had me there.”
“What are you talking about?” I fire back, laughing as I do.
“I think you’re the one who couldn’t keep her hands off of me. Not the other way around.”
“Whatever.” I roll my eyes, realizing what he’s saying is true. Changing the subject, I continue, “You know what?”
“What’s that?” he asks, lathering his hands.
“I think I’ve gotten the better part of the deal. The private lesson, I mean.”
“Good. Maybe you’ll take our lesson a bit more seriously next time.”
“Hmm. Next time, huh?” I like the sound of that.
“Yes.”
“How about tomorrow?” I ask, closing the distance between us. Grabbing a handful of cock, I add, “Think you can fit me in?”
“Absolutely, Ms. Kinkaid.”
Taking my time stroking his rapidly hardening length, I reply, “Same time, same place…but there’s just one thing.”
“And that is?”
“I get to keep my personalized fucking nametag on my goddamn uniform.”
“Scarlett, you let me fuck you until you have to go back to school, and I’ll even give your dad a discount.”
I appreciate the offer, but… “Nah. Dad’s loaded. Besides, Master Park, you’re worth every single penny. Best one hundred dollars I’ve ever spent on any private lesson, let alone one I hated coming to, at first.”
“Thanks, I guess. Tell your friends—”
I cut him the fuck off, possessiveness getting the better of me. And all for a man I had no intention of seeing again once I had the chance to do him. “Uh-uh. This is our thing, Justin, you hear me?”
“Settle down,” he says with a sigh, moving his soapy hands across my breasts. “I meant your male friends.”
“Oh? Ohh. Sure. I’ll get them to come.”
“Really? Just like that?”
“Yes…I can be really convincing when I want to be.”
And with that, Justin finishes what he started, and I can honestly say that I know my private lessons with him will be the highlight of my summer break.
Best vacation ever!
Master Park, can you say, “Taekwonfuck?”
The End
About the Author
Lola Fox lives and breathes most anything related to sex. Porn watcher by day, smut writer by night, Lola’s only aim in life is to share her numerous slutty experiences with the internet world…at least until she’s involuntarily committed into Sexaholics Anonymous by her delusional loved ones. An aspiring actress, Lola plans on saving every penny she makes from her book sales to enroll in acting classes so she may one day become a featured porn star.
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