Don’t hold back

The expert oral skills of the headmistress bring Alex to the point where the only way he could possibly avoid cumming is by forcibly pulling his dick out of her mouth and plunging it into a bucket of ice water. Neither of those prospects are an option at the moment. It is no surprise, therefore, when his cock begins to erupt in the woman’s mouth. What is a surprise, however, is the sheer intensity of the orgasm. It rips through Alex’s body so forcibly that he forgets that his hands and mouth are full of hardware.

The waves of climax overlap one another, due to the woman’s skill in sucking in all of Alex’s seed while prodding and tickling his sensitive rod with her tongue. He feels his whole body tense, relax, and tense again in response to the hungry mouth affixed to his cock. He opens his mouth to let out an involuntary cry of pleasure. At the same time, he relaxes his fingers, releasing his grip on the items therein.

The effect is immediate. The wrench in his mouth hits the ground a split second before the wrench from his hand. It is immediately followed up by the clang of the iron mechanism he was attempting to attach. His moan is immediately overpowered by the sound of metal against marble. As the clanging sounds are still echoing, a large quantity of soot from the stove falls from where he was trying to affix the part, and it lands squarely on him, partially filling his mouth and completely covering his face.

Alex’s aborted moaning is replaced with sputtering, coughing and an explosive round of sneezing. When he at last recovers from the invasion on soot into his mouth and nose and has a chance to wipe it off of his eyes, the first sight he beholds is the face of the headmistress, looking over the top of the stove at him.

“You’re not Jack!” she says, as she wipes a drop of his semen from her chin.

Alex is too flabbergasted to appreciate the fact that she is the second person in the last six hours or so to have given him an unexpected blowjob, only to then comment on the fact that he isn’t Jack. He opens his mouth to explain, but a knock at the kitchen door silences both of them.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Pennyweather,” says a voice from the other side of the door. “But your husband is here to see you. Shall I send him in?”

The woman’s look of anger is quickly replaced by one of concern. “No, Potts. Please have him wait in my office. I will be right there.”

She returns her attention to Alex. “As for you, you wait right here. I’ll deal with you when I return.” With that, the woman turns and exits the room, leaving Alex right where she found him, only now with a soot-covered face, and with his pants partially pulled down, freshly-sucked cock drying off in the cool air of the kitchen.