Sadie spills the beans on the rest of her handjob lesson

While I could see the desire in Sarah’s eyes for me to continue, she thankfully let me get to bed at that point. As I undressed and got into my nightgown, I saw the note lying on my pillow, wishing me good dreams and smiled knowing that Sarah had even planned for the chance she missed me coming home. It’s no surprise that I’m asleep only a moment after my head hits the pillow as it’s not only been a long day, it’s been an emotionally stressful one. Good stress, but stress none the less.

For a moment, everything is confused again. I can’t tell if I’m lying on my right side, my left side, my back or even on my belly and breasts. It feels warm but not like ‘under the blanket’ warm. It’s only when I feel something bump up against my lips do I open my eyes and realize what’s happening. Looking straight ahead and seeing what I’m seeing doesn’t make any sense in the world. It’s Marley’s lap. His belt is undone, and his zipper is down, letting his impressive cock and balls free. My eyes actually cross as I try to see his cock since my head is in his lap, my lips pressed to the tip of it.

The sting of the recent tattoo on my belly, the smell of the champagne, the lighting, the taste of chocolate covered strawberries, all work together to make me realize we’re back in Vegas. We’re drunk and I’ve just fallen face first into Marley’s lap. With his hand resting on the back of my head and my forearms resting over his legs I have no leverage, and the same fear jumps up into my throat, that if I open my lips at all to say that I don’t want this that I’ll instead be pushed down and **** to take him inside my mouth. That I’ll be **** into a blow job.

I have the memory of living through this as vividly as I’m living through it again. Soon Marley is going to untie my dress. He’s going to play with my breasts. He’s going to pull my skirt up and my panties down. He’s going to confirm I’m locked away and then get his finger in my ass. As he moves my lips around on his big cock he’s going to start finger fucking me. All the while my hands will continue to move up and down, jacking him off.

But before time can shift forward, I hear Marley’s voice clear in the back of my head. As clear as I hear him above me telling me he likes my panties. ‘A guy that doesn’t understand that, is an asshole and doesn’t deserve this type of attention from an angel like you.’

With renewed resolve I flex my neck and back up just the tiniest bit. I separate my lips from Marley’s cock enough that I can open my lips and say clearly, loudly, and confidently “NO, MARLEY. STOP!”

In no time at all Marley’s hand changes position and pulls me up and away from him. Turning my body around so that I’m facing up toward his face I see nothing but concern there. Concern for my wellbeing and concern that he’d gone too far in the moment. And as I feel my body relax in his arms I wake up to the sun shining through my window.

As it’s a Saturday morning and as the semester is all but done, I take my time and have a lazy morning. I have a quick vlog that’s mainly me chatting and catching my audience up. I normally wouldn’t be this personal, letting them know that classes were done, that I had a little time between now and the Dragoon Con, that my schedule would be changing, but it felt right. Oddly enough I saw several comments that I was ‘glowing’ and they wondered if I’d gone out on a date the previous night. I played coy, just giggling at the comments before giving them a big kiss and saying with a glint in my eye “Au revoir mes amours!”

After I’m all showered and clean and I get some chores done, I focus on packing away all of my school gear. Sure, I’ll need to re-set it all up in a few weeks, but that’s tomorrow’s problem and I like the idea of it all being out of sight and out of mind. For now I can focus on camming and being Princess Babydoll and not worry about being a student or Nick. I finally have a quick breakfast consisting of half a grapefruit and a yogurt, before waving good morning to Sarah and going in to surprise my audience with some unscheduled game streaming.

It's a good morning overall. Halfway through a particularly fun player vs player level of Call of Battlefield 4, I spot some of my audience members calling me over to Louis’ channel. I hop over there and join him in some team Valiant and we double the fun a half hour later when even Sarah joins in. While it’s not profitable for Sarah or me, it’s good fun and we end up playing until late in the afternoon. When we break for lunch Sarah and I meet in the kitchen and we decide to have a large lunch and then just snack later tonight instead of trying to balance out a lunch and dinner schedule.

While Sarah works on making our Bánh Mìs and Pho, I decide to tell her about the rest of last night with Marley. “So, I learned to work on him through his pants. And, well, I mean… he’s big, okay? While I was rubbing and sliding and gliding over his pants, feeling just about every bump and vein in his… uh… penis… we made out. He actually made me stop him at one point, saying I’d need the practice, but it was hot and to be honest, I liked kissing him. He’s… “ I could feel my blush intensifying “… he’s a really good kisser.”

I take a bit remembering that moment where time stopped clicking. My hand just grabbing his cock through his pants, my fingers gripping in a wave like order right around where his head connects with his shaft, one of his hands resting in my hair while his tongue thoroughly explored my mouth, his other hand cupping my breast and finding different ways to tickle my nipple through my dress and bra.

After a deep sigh and opening my eyes to see Sarah smiling at me, I go on. “Anyway, like I said last night, he stopped us there as I felt comfortable doing that and was also comfortable stopping him if I felt I needed to. He said I’d know if I made him orgasm as I’d feel him grow a bit and throb under my hand, in addition to the obvious cum seeping through his pants. At that point he took me into the bedroom and sat me on the edge of the bed. He said if I was comfortable and had the privacy, most guys would appreciate not cumming in their pants and… well, yeah. So, I got to practice a bit on unzipping his pants, reaching in, and fishing out his cock through. He was wearing briefs, which I thought would be uncomfortable, but he said was easier to fish out than boxers.”

I shrug, never having been given a hand job through my pants or not. “Anyway, he admitted he was large enough that it would be more difficult with him as opposed to most men, and that made perfect sense to me. He just reminded me that it was important to not get lost in the moment and scrape the guy on the zipper. And to focus on getting him out as the guy is really really really going to like feeling my hand on him and that will only make it harder. Pun intended.”

I giggle as I actually made Sarah laugh as she sets our lunch down and starts eating. “Anyway, we work on that a bit, and I get comfortable pulling him out of his pants. It’s not exactly second nature like a prostitute would be, but I’ve done it now, so I won’t be a virgin on prom night either. Once I had him out, he said that I should think about this like how it would happen in public. In a dark theater, in a car, under the table at a restaurant, stuff like that. In other words, I won’t exactly have any lube available. So… unless I want to do this dry, which he said is possible but not as fun as it should be, I need to get ready to lick my hand. To give myself that lubrication. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of that before, but… I mean, part of the reason I wanted to do the whole hand job thing was that the idea of having my mouth on a penis was a little too much for me. But now… it’s… uh… like, secondary contact? I mean, at this point I would have had the penis in my hand for several moments so I’m still getting penis essence in my mouth by licking that same hand, right?”

I focus on Sarah and see that she’s following along but doesn’t seem to have a strong opinion on the issue at hand. Which of course makes sense as she’s been with both men and women. She looks at male and female flesh as just flesh and doesn’t have my binary state of mind. With a little sigh, I continue. “Anyway, I try to think my way around it, but I agree that a slick hand would probably feel better than a dry one and this is about making HIM feel good and not necessarily making ME feel good. When I accept there isn’t any alternative and start licking my palm, Marley stops me and reminds me that even just because it’s a task that needs to be done, doesn’t mean it can’t be completed in a sexy way. And that makes like total sense, right? I mean it’s like leaning forward into the camera, not because it’s comfortable but because it shows off the tits. Or looking off to the side when I giggle on camera because that gives my audience a profile which is more attractive and feminine in general.”

I turn my hand over on the table and look at it for a moment, feeling the ghost tickle of my tongue as I drew little shapes on it while making direct strong eye contact with Marley. “I got it after only a few tries and let’s just say that any guy is gonna like watching me lick my own hand. With it lubed up we moved on to the actual hand job. This is where you step into my evening. Or at least, your devotionals. Marley started giving me instructions on how to give a hand job, trying to tell me it would be different than masturbating myself, but after all the time you had me jacking off the dildos, I’ve already gotten down the basics. About the only thing he had me change up was using my fingernails. He said it felt good when they were just barely touching, but too much pressure kind of hurt.”

I look at my fingernails and shrug, having always thought they’d have felt good but never having the opportunity to have my own feminine hands on my own penis. “We spent… oh, about an hour going at it. We’d go for a few minutes with just the slick sounds of my hand moving and his heavy breathing…”

Sarah interrupted me, sounding surprised. “Wait, you jacked him off for an hour!? Without him cumming? And this is after doing it on the couch through his pants for… Were you not doing it right?”

I have to bite down my initial reaction of defending both Marley’s teaching and my ability. Instead, I feel a sense of bragging as I talk about what Marley had told me before we even sat on the couch. “It’s not that at all. Marley practices tantric sex. It means he turns the pleasure inward and can go a very long time without having a traditional orgasm. He said it’s mainly so that he can give pleasure to the women he’s having sex with for longer and longer periods of time, but in this instance, it was helpful as it would be difficult for me to accidently push him over the edge.”

A small part of me can’t help adding a little humble brag though. “He did have me stop a few times though, saying he was getting close. But back to it Miss ‘I want all the details’. We’d go for a few minutes with just me working on my technique silently, but he’d give me tips or hints at what I could do and even warnings as to what my ‘man’ will probably do. It seems obvious now, but him wanting to reciprocate took me by surprise. By that time, he’d been kissing and playing with my breasts again and I’ll admit I was really so hot and heavy and into the moment that I didn’t notice his hand land on my thigh or start moving up between my legs. It was just part of what we were doing, and it felt good. It was only when his fingers started rubbing over my panties, tickling over my cage and scrotum, did he pull away and remind me that I might not want to let my man get that close if he didn’t know what I have between my legs first. And he’s right. While Marley knows what I have there, I’m doing this to get ready for Louis and I can’t have him find out about me that way.”

As we’d finished up our lunch I start cleaning up as I keep going at my lesson story. “So that became another thing I had to keep my mind on as Marley would occasionally drop his hand to my thigh. Sometimes it would just sit there with his fingertips caressing me, but when he started to slide up, I practiced taking his hand and moving it to where I wanted. And yes, that makes me feel even more… oh… I guess, slutty? But it’s a small thing. I mean, at that point I’d have my hand around his cock, his tongue in my mouth, and his other hand on my breast, so how much sluttier can I be, right?”

With the dishwasher started I sit back across from Sarah and finish. “Marley said that the end point would almost assuredly take care of itself as… and I’m using his words here, not mine… ‘I’m so sexy and beautiful that no one would be able to hold on too long.’ but we did go over how I could hurry up the ending if I needed. I actually knew most of what he taught me, but by that point I was…” I feel my blush deepen “…I was under his spell, and I liked him teaching me. When he finally let himself go, he… well, it turns out that the way he came in Las Vegas wasn’t because he hadn’t had sex in a while. He says that it’s normal for him to ejaculate that much. I made sure to catch it with my other hand so it didn’t shoot all over is shirt or pants, and then that was it. He helped me clean up my hands with a washcloth he set up earlier, we talked over what we’d gone through, and then he offered the suite for the night. Either by myself or with him. I of course said I’d go home and that’s all the night was.”

I look away from Sarah, too embarrassed to say that at that moment, after making out and having honest consensual sexual contact with Marley all night that I had to fight the urge to stay the rest of the night with him. That sleeping in the same bed with this tall muscular handsome man sounded just about perfect at that moment.