gentle facefuck (Zoe)

You watch a line of teenagers exiting the classroom, joining the streams of pupils in the hallway. Trying to get a peek inside the classroom, you lean forward, but you only get a private performance of three teenage boys trying to pass through the door simultaneously. Slow clapping in your head and a respectful nod as they managed it without breaking any bones.

The room slowly empties and you are unsure wether or not Zoe wants a little pause before she starts tutoring you or wants to begin immediately. So you just sit there, waiting for any sign of life from inside the classroom. "Come in, Marcus" the voice of Zoe rings out. There we go. You pick up your backpack and step inside the classroom.

She sits in the teachers chair, legs crossed, smiling encouragingly at you. Her left hand is thrumming a nervous beat on her thigh, the other one is playing with a strand of her hair. She removed the clasp which held her pony tail, the black hair now flowing freely over her back and shoulders calmly waving in the wind which comes from the open window behind her. Her straw hat hangs idly at a hook on the wall next to the black board. She stands up and starts strolling towards you, still thrumming her beat with her left hand. Her hair is like a pitch black cape of some unknown super heroine. She smiles at you reassuringly. You grasp just how much taller she is than you, as she approaches further. At least 6'2 if not 6'3 or 6'4. Brushing past you, a short pat on your head and a strand of her hair splashing in your face, she closes the door behind you. You look around in the classroom, trying to seem calm, noticing some drawings of colorful animals with trunks on the far end of the room.

The sound of Zoe's high heals closing in on you snaps you back to the reason you came here. She lays both of her hands on both of your shoulders and gently pushes you towards the teachers desk. "Sit down on the teach's chair, I will write on the black board." She tells you whilst closing the window. "Did you come up with some good questions?" You move towards the chair "I don't know, I hope so." "Don't worry, Marcus. I will not let you leave until you understand it all. You probably have just a few misconceptions of the topics, it will be easy once we get those out of the way." Sitting down you just nod, not really convinced. As you put your math materials on the teachers desk, you see her staring at you intently, fingers still thrumming.

"Something the matter?" "You know, I would like some payment for me tutoring you. Of course only if I'm able to help you. Like, I do you a favour and you do me a favour." You see her already, viciously petting your head and the next day you at the hospital with a light concussion. You still agree "Yeah, sure anything you want." She hums contently, smiling with an mischievous look in her eyes and stops her thrumming.

Zoe makes a great tutor, you thought she would follow the habit of "showing her affection" while teaching, but she doesn't. She takes you serious, wholeheartedly listens to your problems and patiently explains where you went in the wrong direction. Everything seems so easy. You feel the lump of demotivation and fear in your throat slowly dissolve as you get a grip on the various topics of the test. Feelings of confidence well up in you, you haven't felt that good in weeks. Excitedly you tell her, how simple everything seems and she praises you and gives you a loving head pat , the first one in the 30 minutes since you started. Has to be a new record. Not much later she helped you with your last question, leaving you in an euphoric state now that the heavy weight of failing the test was off your shoulders.

As you are putting your math materials back into your backpack and turn towards the door you hear Zoe's sharp voice "Didn't you forget something, sweety? What about my favour?" Oh, yeah, you forgot about that. You turn towards her, she has both hands on her hips looking at you sternly. "Yeah sure, sorry. What have you in mind?" you are pretty sure you know what she wants. Another smile makes it way on her face "Come here. Sit next to the teach's desk."

As you are about to sit down on the teachers chair you feel Zoe's hand on your back pushing you "Not on the chair, honey. On the ground, back to the desk, face towards me." she coos. The same mischievous look she had before the tutoring was dancing in her eyes again, but you think nothing of it, sitting down on the ground, back to the desk. Slowly she strolls towards you, swaying hips, keeping eye contact with you. As she towers before you, one hand on her hips the other one found another strand of hair to play with she opens her mouth "Have you ever sucked a dick?"

You forget to breath for a second, **** and coughing. "What?" You look up at her, seeking affirmation that this is just a joke. But there was none. "I want you to **** on my girl dick." she whispers while biting on her lip playfully. You just look at her, non-believing. "No way! I'm not .." but before you could finish your complaint she grabbed your head with both hands and grinds you into her crotch. You feel her semi-hard meat under the fabric of the dress and her warm, meaty balls, pushed into your face. Raising your hands to her big thighs you try to push her away but she doesn't budge. "You said you would do anything I wanted." she hummed "Don't worry little boy, I will be gentle." You try to object but only muffled sounds rise to Zoe's ears as she keeps on pushing you in between her thighs, smothering you with her now hard, erect cock and balls. You grow dizzy of the smell of her lust with a fine note of her lavender perfume in combination with the heat of her genitals. Leaning over you she opens a drawer of the desk behind you with one hand and rests the other hand on the back of your head, keeping you there while continuously grinding her hips into your face. Suddenly you feel cold metal on your left wrist followed by a click and in a smooth motion she pulls your arm behind your back with another clicking sound. Before you even understand what she is doing, both of your hands are cuffed to the desk behind you, leaving you no option to struggle against her.

She pulls her hips back, letting you breath fresh air. She observes you patiently as you gasp for air, face red and sweaty. Zoe's dress shows a big bulge of her 15 inch cock with a wet spot at the top, dying the material in a dark red. But she just stands there looking down at you, waiting what you will do next, enjoying your confusion and fear.

While you try to struggle against the cuffs, she crouches in front of you, taking your head in both hands again. "Look at me." she hums. "L-Let me out of this crap." you stammer, trying to sound angry in hope of covering your fear. She just chuckles and smiles at you lovingly "You are sweet." She leans forward and gives you a soft kiss on your forehead. "Don't worry, honey boy. I will be as gentle as I can be." She gives you a last pat on your head and then stand up again, her bulge still big as before.

Then she pulls her dress over your head, coloring your world in red with white dots, and takes a step forward, your face now not even inches away from her throbbing cock meat. "Open up" she sings as her right hand grabs the base of her cock pointing it at your mouth. You try to move away from it, backwards, but you soon find the cold wood of the desk on your back and Zoe just moves with you, keeping you under her dress in the trajectory of her dick. "No running. Just be a good boy and open you little mouth for your big sisters dick." Zoe coos. Pressing your lips together, you shake your head. Salty precum smears over your lips as she tries to enter your mouth.

"Come on" she says, irritated by your resistance. But you keep shaking your hand, not wanting any of that. She gives you a hard slap with her cock, spraying your face with more salty lust juices, before pulling you out from under the dress.

"Listen buddy" she looks at you sternly grabbing your lower jaw with one hand "There are two ways you can handle this. Either you are a good boy, open up and let you big sister have some fun or" she grabs a steel device which was laying on the teachers chair "I **** this into your mouth, fuck you silly and have some fun."

When you still shake your head in resistance, she pinches your nose, blocking the air ways, while the other hand positions the device in front of your lips. You have no other choice than opening your mouth, so you open it very slightly and draw breath try to give her no lever to **** that thing into your mouth. But apparently that was already enough as she pushes it with a fast motion into your mouth, before you can even think about bringing your teeth together. The device slowly opens your jaw as her fingers turn a little knob on its front.

She looks at you triumphantly as you sit there, mouth **** wide open for her cock to enter as it pleases. Giving her a pleading look you try to free yourself again, panic rising up when you think about her, pushing her broad cock down your throat. "Want the good boy treatment after all, huh?" You nod rapidly. "Hmm.. But you already behaved like a bad boy. There has to be some compensation for your behavior. Any ideas, honey boy?" You just look at her with big eyes, hoping she doesn't suggest anything too sadistic. Zoe just stands there bathing in your helplessness and discomfort.

"How about .. we will arrange another lesson? On Thursday. Is 5 pm fine?" Zoe looks at you expectantly and you nod even though it feels wrong.

In a fluid motion she presses the knob on the device, releasing your jaw and pulled it out of your mouth, placing it behind you on the desk. She then moves the dress over your head again, pushing her cock, which deflated a bit, against your lips. "Open up" she cooed again, placing her other hand behind your head. You obey and she slowly pushes her head past your lips. Trying not to touch it, you press your tongue against your lower jaw, but it didn't make a difference. As her head rolls over your tongue you taste her salty precum, but it wasn't as unpleasant as you thought in hindsight.

"Everything fine, honey?" she sings as 3 inches of her 15 were laying in your mouth, and you give a short nod. "Try to pull your lips over your teeth as my cock is fairly wide." She gives you a gentle pat on your head as you follow her command, pushing your lips in between her meat and your teeth. "Good boy".

She started to slowly push inside you again, and soon reached your throat, making you gag strongly.

"Shhh, relax, little boy" she pulled back a bit, caressing your head. "Lets try that again. Relax your throat, close your eyes if it helps. I will go a bit further this time, even if you gag, just so you know."

She gently pulls your head over towards her crotch again, soon reaching the point when about 5 inches of her girlhood are buried inside you. As Zoe pushes further, you start to gag again, trying to escape her wide cock, only that you are caught between a rock hard meat worm and the teachers desk. She pulls your head further even as tears roll down your cheeks onto her balls and you spasm at the **** of your gag reflex. She moans lightly and stops, having you eat about an inch more of her than before.

"Shhhh" she whispers as you keep gaging "Relax." The reflexes subside slowly after a painful 30 seconds of you gaging on her cock while Zoe tries to soothe you by caressing your head with both hands. You realize the taste of her precum has spread through your mouth, dominating your senses and making you dizzy.

"Are you fine, hun?" she asks you in a low voice. After you nodded you feel her hand on the back of your head again she slowly feeds you more of her cock. You soon start gagging again followed by Shh's, gentle strokes of her hand on your head and quick moans.

Suddenly you cant breath anymore.

You start to panic, trying to push her away with your arms only to recall that they are still locked behind your back. Your feet thrash against the ground until Zoe notices your issue and pulls back until she hears your heavy breathing again.

"Oops sorry. I guess we have to do the next part faster as my cocks width is clogging your windpipe. But lets first rest for a bit." Her hands came back caressing your head through the fabric of her dress. "Can you suck on it, after you caught your breath? I would love that." Zoe said with a voice of honey. You soon follow her instruction sucking on her shaft and twirling your tongue around it which is rewarded by more moans. "That's it, baby" You start opening your eyes again, checking the progress, but the view left you even more stressed. More than half of her meat pipe was still outside your mouth.

As if she notices your new discomfort she Shh's you some more. "Don't worry, once I'm fully in your throat things will become much easier. Do you still need to rest, honey? It would be no problem. You can take your time <3." Zoe cooed. But you shake your head wanting to get this over with as fast as possible. Zoe hums happily.

"Could you when I stick my dick down your throat, burble a bit. Only if the situation isn't too much for you, don't **** yourself" You give her a short nod, not knowing what awaits you. The dick moves forward again, until the point where it closed off your windpipe.

"Now take a deeeep breath, sweety. Get as much air as you can, try raising your shoulders and your tummy."

You breath out, and then take as much air as you can trying to follow her tips. "Ready?" You nod.

Zoe grippes tightly on your head and then unleashes hell upon you. She rams her wide dick down your throat, unrelentingly. The shock almost pushed the air out of your lungs. You instantly tear up, gagging and **** brutally on Zoe's cock. You start thrashing your legs and trying to rip free your hands from the cuffs. Something is inside you body that shouldn't be there and your body knows it, trying to get rid of it as fast as possible. You don't feel how her balls slam against your chin and your nose was buried in her lower stomach as puke made its way up your unused throat, not able to advance past Zoe's dick. You feel the world spin around you, losing your feeling of balance, your eyes roll back. You want this to stop, want to leave this body. But as sudden as the cocktail of sensations started it ebbed away.

You feel light headed, and light in general, like a dried leaf. You recognize her fingers on your back, massaging you. Zoe says something but you cant quite make it out. 'The burbling' you remember, and you start right away moving your vocal chords sending waves through the thing in your throat. Suddenly you can breath again, and the world comes back to you.

"Are you okay?" her voice rings in your ears. You open your eyes see that you aren't under the dress anymore with her meat in your mouth. Zoe looks at you anxiously. "Hey?" "Hi" She breathes out, relieved. "I thought I killed you for a moment." she pinches your cheek lightly "But that was hot, wasn't it?" You just nod exhaustedly. Zoe looks at you compassionately, one hand caressing your cheek.

"If you want we can stop here. After all we have another session on Thursday. 5 pm if I'm not wrong." But you shake your head and open your mouth again putting your lips over your teeth, which made her chuckle.

"I guess you are a good boy after all" Zoe cooed before dropping her dress over you, pushing her glistening cock in the entrance of your throat. "Okay, take a deep breath, honey <3!" she sang. Then without warning she pushed her whole thing in again. You tear up immediately and start gagging. But she pulls out again so your windpipe is free, gives a moment and then pushes in another time.

The short moment was meant to let you breath, which you unfortunately missed. But you caught the next time as she pulls out, taking a short breath. Then Zoe starts fucking your face faster with every circle. No more gentle words and pats. Only moans and a big rod which slides in and out of your throat. You start coughing heavily as you miss the timing and she gives you a short moment to compose yourself before she starts fucking your throat again. Zoe gives you once in a while some longer pauses, so you can catch her rhythm again and sometimes fucks you deeply in short trusts, not letting you breath for a minute.

Her moans get louder and you feel her gripping your hair painfully through the dress. 'Burble' you remember and start singing on her cock which lead to even louder moans and even more forceful grip on your hair.

Abruptly she plunges her whole length down your throat, pushing your nose inside your tummy and you chin in her balls. She holds you like this, circling the root of her cock in your mouth. You feel your air running low, complaining in muffled moans. "Shhhhhh" she whispers, lust in her voice. You try to pull back or turn your head but her steel grip holds you tightly, struggling helplessly on her cock. You start panicking as your air runs out, chocking and gagging, trying to suck air in which made Zoe moan loudly. "Oh yes, baby" Your arms bucking against the shackles, legs trashing and you see a black line surrounding your field of vision, getting bigger and bigger. Then she pulls out in one fluid motion, you feel her cock dragging all the way, from your throat over your tongue and lips. You choked some more and gasped for air, the blackness slowly disappearing from your vision and you suck in sweet, fresh air, pumping it into your lungs.

"Where do you want it, honey boy? Face, throat or mouth?" you hear her faint, like from far away, while your eyes make out the head of her cock levitating in front of your nose. You hear yourself say "Mouth, please" which earned you a girlish chuckle. "You are really really sweet you know that? <3" she coos. Not so far away anymore.

"Open up" she sings, hopefully for the last time. You open obediently and she starts her rhythm again. She gets faster and faster, so fast that you couldn't suck in any breath anymore, like an motor pulling in and out his barrels. Feeling just like a fuck toy being used. You soon find yourself out of air again and you were about to complain like before when Zoe rapidly pulls her cock out until only her head rests on your tongue. "Suck on it, boytoy!" she cries in pleasure. You see how her balls heave as you are sucking her cock head like a tit. Then it flows into your mouth. Big globs of cum, shooting against the back of you throat and filling your mouth with warmth and her sweet salty taste.

You soon start to struggle to keep it in your mouth, trying to pull away but she held you in a firm grip. "Drink it all, little boy. Drink your sisters hot juices. Don't be greedy, there is enough to fill you up twice." You start chugging down her sweet, salty cum, feeling it slowly flowing down your soar throat, too slow.

Soon you realize that breathing becomes harder and harder as her cum glues shut your throat. You start **** for air, coughing up cum while more is flowing in from her meat stick. Cums starts bursting out your nose, covering your lips and her dick, while you raise your head to look at her through tears, pleadingly.

Zoe senses that something is wrong and pulls out her dick, holding it into your face, not wasting a drop of her girl juice by painting your face in white. As you keep coughing and **** she pushes two fingers into your mouth and rams them down your throat, clearing the cum which prevent you breathing but also making you gag even more. Zoe pulls out the moment she heard you breath again, now focusing more on painting your face with her love for you.

When she was content with her work, she shoved her meat in your gaping mouth again letting you drink the last of her girl cum. When the stream finally ebbed, she made no move to pull out but let the orgasm slowly fade away. After about 5 more minutes she pushes her full length of her semi-hard cock in your mouth again.

"Close your lips tightly around my shaft, boy" You oblige, pressing your lips down on her while she slowly moves it out of your throat and mouth, resulting in a loud "plop" when her head is finally withdrawn. You gulp down the last ropes of her white nectar and open your eyes, strings of cum partly blocking your vision.

Zoe pulls out a smart phone and with a click and a flash, makes a photo of you, bound to the teachers desk, face painted in girl cum. "Memories" she grins at you. Then she brings some paper towels, from a nearby sink, cleaning your face and holds a water bottle to your lips which you gratefully accept. Making herself comfortable on the teachers chair, Zoe looks at you contently.

"How was it? Be honest, I wont be angry."

"It was awful" you croak.

"Hm .. Would you do it again?"

You nod, after contemplating it for a bit, which makes her beam.

"If you aren't the cutest thing" she whispered lovingly.

Then she stands up, sits in front of you and gives you a kiss on your forehead, which still smells of her love. Zoe then takes your head and pulls it into her covered bosom. "Don't worry, I need to wash this dress anyway." she whispered from above.

"Can you unbind me?" you ask, your voice being muffled by her D cups. "Hm can I?" Zoe coos in a teasing tone "I also could put you under the desk for the night and use you tomorrow morning again. I have an early lesson and I could use some relaxation before or even while I'm holding it. I would gag you with a ball gag, so you stay nice and quite. How does that sound?"

She pulls your face out of the warmth of her breasts looking at you. "No, please no!" She chuckles "I'm just kidding, silly. You earned yourself a good rest." She put a hand behind your back, you hear a key click twice. You take a look at your hurting wrist and see that they are bleeding.

"Ouch that looks painful." She takes your hand in hers and examines the wounds carefully. "I will bandage that at home if you don't mind. And get different shackles. Don't worry, I wont push you that far on Thursday. I kinda got out of control of myself."

You flinch as she touches the bloody ring marks on your wrist. "And I probably wont shackle you for some time. Even though it was so sexy seeing you sitting there helplessly just waiting for my girl cock to fill you up." She smiles at you reassuringly, and dives your head once again into her breasts. "Lets stay like this for a while and then go home?" Zoe whispers into your ear.

You nod the moment understood that it was a question, not a statement, pressing your face into her covered breasts, accepting her love and the smell of lavender, while she hums into your ear.