You take charge

“What did you learn about today, then?” I ask with a contented grin. I knew that Alison had spent most of her day in classes, and not classes about how to please a man either, but I was curious to see what she might say.

“Mistress taught us how to please a man with our mouths and tongues, Sir.” She looks up at me with her big eyes as she slowly unzips my khakis. “She had us practice with a cucumber, but I think I know enough to please a man now.”

“We'll see, ****.”

Judging by the tentative way Alison took the tip of my cock into her mouth I could tell that this was not something she had much experience with. In fact, I remember her saying last weekend was the first time she ever even considered doing something that 'dirty'. As she bathed the head of my cock with her tongue, I speculated on how many of the young men in her Christian Youth Ministries group had fantasies of this preacher's daughter on her knees servicing them with her mouth. When I was still young enough that my parents could still make me go to Wednesday Night Bible study, I use to jack off to the minister's wife when I got home just about every time. Mrs. Tillerman was a good-looking woman for her age with big tits hidden under tightly buttoned blouses, but she was nowhere near as hot as Alison.

The idea of Alison blowing some eager teen in the back of the church makes my cock jump a little and I see the smile that grows even as she takes a little more of me into her mouth. I guess that given enough time, this new **** would have figured out what I wanted, but by now I was ready for relief myself and no longer had the will power to prolong the game of denial of pleasure. At least not my pleasure.

“Suck me, Earthgirl.” I growl as I weave my fingers into her fine blonde hair. “Show me how a hot slut like you can please her master.” She pulls off my member just long enough to nod and then she swallows the shaft as far as she can without gagging. It's better, but not good enough.

“Relax your throat, ****.” I warn her as I place my other hand on the back of her head. “I'm going to show you what a Gorean master wants from his fuck toy.” The moan she makes could be either an ineffectual protest or an indication of excitement, but by this point I don't even care. Pulling her sharply I push my cock past her gag point and into her throat until her nose is nestled in my greying pubic hairs and her chin is smashed against my balls.

I've never ever had a woman deep-throat me; it really isn't something a man can ask of his wife and before I got married my sex life was pretty vanilla, but I'm definitely going to do this again. I especially like seeing Alison's eyes widen in shock and the way her throat pulses on my meat as she tries unsuccessfully to dislodge me. I hold her firmly for another few seconds until I release my grip and let her pull off with a **** and string of saliva dribbling down her chin.

“Good job!” I praise her as she gasps for breath, and before she recovers enough to say anything I push all the way back into her again. “You'll be the best cock-sucking ****, in the market.” This time she doesn't struggle like the first time, and I am able to slide back and forth a little deep in her throat a few times before pulling out again to let her catch her breath. I lift her chin, so she is staring up at me with her dark eyes sparkling. “Do you like it when I take charge like this?” I demand as forcefully as I can, “Do you like having your master take you for his pleasure with no regard for your comfort or dignity?”

“Yes Sir.” Her voice cracks a little with the admission, and I wonder what Dr. Lark would say if she knew her 'A' student was letting a man three times her age face fuck her like she was nothing more than a toy for his pleasure.