He's helps the new girl settle in

He takes you by the hand towards the door, stooping to pick up a towel which he gently wraps around you. ‘Come on, I think we should go back to your room.’

You walk in a daze until you reach 324. Your roommate is still not in – you guess she really must be a party animal after all. You can’t help but smile guiltily as you that same pair of her panties that you enjoyed earlier tonight.

Mr. Whitelock has stopped near your bed, and you fall into his arms again, nuzzling close, smelling that clean soap on him that not too long ago was torturing your nipples. As he runs his fingers through your hair, he says, ‘Yes, I think you need to just relax and enjoy yourself.’

You are still so hot and bothered, you never did get any release in the shower room. Your hand strays up to one of your bullet-like nipples, circling it slowly and deliberately, before squeezing it lightly between your two fingers.

He sees your little show and his face softens. ‘Shouldn’t you be a little gentle? After all, they’ve been through a lot today.’ He leans down to your chest, your towel having slipped down a few inches with your nipples peeking over the fluffy white towel, and takes your small, hard nipple in his mouth. You gasp at how hot it feels. he circles round one slowly, before flicking it back and forth with his tongue, and sucking gently on it, biting softly.

‘Oh, yes...’ you mutter. Your comment leads him onto your other nipple, which he envelops in his mouth, sending a jumping feeling through the deepest part of you. You feel your blood start to pump more quickly.

‘Is that good baby?’ he asks moving his face away, wanting to please you, as he continues to let his tongue dart out and lick your pointed nipple.

‘Ugh, so good Sir. Please don’t stop.’

He eases the towel off of you, and you hardly notice. He starts to kiss your breasts all over, and slowly starts to move his kisses down, between your tits, over the tight flatness of your belly, before he falls to his knees in front of you, and lets his hands hold your thighs tightly, kissing the inside of them. You can feel his hair brush against your mound, which begs to be touched. ‘Have you been a good girl Anna?’ he asks you, leaving little trails of kisses closer and closer to your exposed pussy.

**** for him to go further, you admit, ‘I’ve been a bad girl sir. But I want to be good, I do. I just need someone to teach me.’ You are now rubbing your breasts in place of his hands, loving the sensation that your hot hands have on them after the cold air rushed onto them in place of Sir’s mouth.
‘Well, you’re a good girl for admitting it. I think we ought to go easy on you, help you settle in.’ And with that, he moves his face right in front of your snatch, which feels like it’s on fire. He just looks at your beautiful pussy, his moist breath only making the anticipation harder for you. ‘Do you want me to eat you out Anna?’ he asks, completely deadpan.

You can’t take these games he’s playing, leaving you always on the edge. ‘Eat my cunt,’ you demand, with enough volume to easily be heard from outside. ‘Eat my wet cunt Sir.’ You reach down to put your hand around his head, guide him in between your legs. You spread them imperceptibly as he begins to take long, thick licks over your pussy, and then points his tongue, running it between your lips. ‘Mmmmm...’ – even you are caught off guard by how delicious he feels between your thighs, as you continue to massage one breast with one hand, and guide his head with the other.

You start to get really excited, and enjoy the feeling of control you have won back. You start talking at him. ‘I’ve been a naughty girl, and I’m soaking wet from how filthy I’ve been. You need to clean up my naughty parts Sir, otherwise I’ll never be a good girl.’

Encouraged, you feel his tongue rush through your feminine folds to take your clit, flicking it with increasing and then decreasing speed.

‘Oh yes! Flick my clit Sir!’ You feel the beginnings of a huge orgasm in your belly, and your knees shake out of your control. They buckle underneath you, and you fall to your knees, Mr. Whitelock with you. You get your bearings. Now you are kneeling above his head, your pussy about a foot away from his face. He manages a smile as some of your love juices run off the side of his face, and he licks his lips. ‘Do you want my pussy Sir?’ you ask in mock-coyness, widening your eyes like a little girl.

‘That’s all I want baby,’ he replies, lifting his head up to your wet lips, moistening your already soaked pussy still further.

That pushes you over the edge, and you settle backwards on your knees, positioning your pussy on his face. ‘Ahhh’ you exclaim, loving the feeling of being absolutely catered for with this hot man lapping at your sex. Sir’s tongue moves into overdrive, lengthening and penetrating your hole, before moving back to focus on your clit. Making a vacuum over it with his mouth, he sucks gently, flicking your clit with renewed intensity before gently nibbling on your love nubbin. You can’t take it much more, you’re about to have the most powerful orgasm you have ever had, right on Mr. Whitelock’s face. You yell, ‘don’t stop baby, don’t stop, your tongue feels so good on my puss...aghhhhh!’ A massive orgasm rips through your body, detonating a shockwave of pleasure from your genitals to your brain, all along your body. Your body enters a kind of sexual rigor mortis, as your thighs clamp Sir’s head between them, and you come on his face, screaming. You arch your back, feeling wave after wave of ecstasy run through you, until finally, broken, you roll off of Sir’s face and stare stupidly at the ceiling, unable to do anything else.