On one's knees

The heavy studio door closed quietly behind him. Suddenly, the large, bright ballet studio was deathly quiet. Only Lisa and Lukas were still there.

The air crackled with tension.

Lisa was still standing half-naked in front of him—the red top hanging loosely around her waist, her heavy breasts exposed and her nipples rock-hard. Her shorts were askew, the fabric cutting deeply between her swollen, glistening labia. Her whole body was trembling, her cheeks glowing red, her breathing shallow and rapid.

Lukas’ tight spandex pants stretched brutally over his rock-hard cock. The thick bulge was impossible to miss.

Lisa looked at him, bit her lower lip shyly, and took a small step closer. Her voice was soft, almost timid.

“I… I wanted to really thank you, Lukas,” she whispered, blushing even deeper. “You were so… patient with me. With all my… accidents.”

Her gaze slowly drifted downward, straight to the huge bulge in his pants. She stared at it for a moment, then looked up again, her eyes wide and innocent.

“And… um… that there…,” she whispered, pointing a trembling finger at his cock, “that looks pretty painful. It’s kind of my fault, isn’t it? I’ve been tormenting you all afternoon… and you’re not even getting paid for it today.”

She swallowed audibly, her cheeks burning.

“Should… should I maybe take care of it? So you don’t have to drive home… so hard?”

Lukas could only nod; his voice failed him.

Lisa slowly sank to her knees. Her hands trembled as she grabbed the waistband of his red spandex pants and yanked them down. His thick, swollen cock sprang right into her face—rock-hard, thickly veined, the glans dark red and already glistening with precum.

“Oh God…,” she whispered in a choked voice, staring at the massive cock. A soft, stifled moan escaped her. “It’s… it’s really huge…”

She looked up briefly, her face glowing red as if she were terribly ashamed—and then opened her mouth after all. At first, just her tongue: she licked slowly and sensually from the base up the entire shaft, circling the plump glans and sucking off the glistening drop of pre-cum.

“Mmmh…” she sighed softly, as if trying to hide the sound.

Then she took him deep into her mouth. Her lips stretched wide around his thick shaft; she sucked greedily, her cheeks hollowed out. Saliva immediately ran in long strands down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. She moved her head back and forth, taking him deeper and deeper until the thick glans pressed against her throat.

“Gulp… gulp… gulp…” it made an obscene sound every time she sucked him all the way in.

Lisa kept looking up at him the whole time with big, shy eyes, her cheeks bright red, as if she couldn’t believe what she was doing. But she didn’t stop. On the contrary. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling wildly around the underside of his cock, massaging the sensitive spot just below the head. One hand gripped the shaft, jerking him off quickly and firmly, while the other kneaded his heavy balls.

“Fuck… Lisa…,” Lukas groaned.

She pulled his cock briefly from her mouth; a thick bridge of saliva connected her lips to his dripping glans.

“I… I’m sorry… I just can’t stop…,” she whispered breathlessly, her voice hoarse with lust, and immediately plunged back onto it. This time she took him even deeper, gagging slightly as the thick head slid into her throat, and held him there—her nose pressed against his lower abdomen.

Her saliva was flowing in streams, dripping onto the floor. She fucked her own mouth with his cock, faster and faster, getting dirtier and dirtier. The wet, smacking sounds echoed through the empty studio.

Lisa’s free hand slid between her own legs, pushed her shorts aside, and rubbed her soaking wet, swollen pussy while she continued to suck him deep and greedily.