She looks like a proper young lady

You smile as you see Lyndsey sitting on your couch, her ankles crossed and her skirt pulled down discretely. She smiles back at you and recrosses her ankles, letting her skirt ride up slightly before adjusting it, giving you a quick glimpse of her silken thigh.

"I really appreciate you taking the effort to teach me Dean Hawkfeather," she says with a smile, tossing her hair prettily. "And thank you so much for agreeing to give me a second lesson so soon."

You notice that she has left a middle button of her shirt undone, showing a teasing hint of her tummy through the gap. She's a quick learner, you smile to yourself as you close the door and enjoy the view of her. She meets your gaze with a demure and attentive smile, looking every bit the proper young lady that you know she is not.

"Perfect," you say softly, letting your eyes roam over her.

"Dean Hawkfeather?"

"I said 'perfect' Miss White. You've learned very quickly. This is much more appealing than the brazen display you put on earlier."

"I did try my very best to learn, sir. To do what you advised." She smiles prettily at you, recrossing her ankles again. "I'm ever so glad you're pleased, sir."

"Very pleased, Miss White. And a little surprised. I didn't think you'd learn so quickly," you smile, slowly approaching her.

"I try to be a very good student sir, I like to think that I try very hard to please." She gives you another gracious smile, then bites the corner of her lip for a moment as she looks up at you. "When you said that men, real men that is, prefer a lady to a slut that really hit home to me. It made me think about things. I couldn't wait to put your advice into action."

"Do you know why men prefer a lady to a slut Lyndsey?" you ask, standing in front of her and looking down at her pretty, upturned face.

"You should tell me sir," she replies softly, her soft lips slightly parted as she looks up at you.

"Because it's so much more exciting to be with a lady," you answer, unzipping your khakis and fishing out your thickening cock. "So much more fun to look down and see your cock in the mouth of a proper young lady. Anyone can use a slut. It's a real conquest to make use of a lady."

"Yes sir," she murmurs, her eyes flickering from your face to your cock, her tongue wetting her lips. "Does a lady protest? Being conquered I mean?"

"That's up to her," you growl. "She just shouldn't be greedy and whorish. Not the first time. Perhaps after she's been conquered."

"Broken in..." Lyndsey whispers. "Taught what a man, a real man, can do. Make her feel." Her face is flushed, her breathing quickening as she continues to watch your face and your cock.

"Exactly," you say. "A man loves the sight of a lady's mouth around his shaft, her tongue working on him. Getting him hard. Getting him ready."

"Yes...yes sir," she answers, almost panting, her hands clenching into fists on her thighs in an obvious attempt at self control. "The first time...the first time...he has to show her...show her what he likes...how to please him..."

"That's it," you praise her. "You've got the essential part of the situation." You reach out and run your fingers through her blonde hair looking down at her with a smile as you pull her head towards your stiff meat.

"Time for your next lesson, Miss White."