Paint Me Like A Maestro

“Ah James, yes, that’s it…right there…don’t stop…just…Ahhhhh fuck yesssss.”

James was lying on his front with his head between her legs, licking her pussy like a man possessed.

Jessica had spent the afternoon showing him something of the art of seduction and how he could take a willing woman from lukewarm to boiling point before he’d even taken his clothes off. She gave him instructions as they went along, ‘Make sure she’s undressed before you, it’s more manly, more domineering’ she had told him. ‘Find her weak spot’ was another pointer. Most women, she told him, loved having their necks kissed and caressed, but some have other weak spots that with a little bit of care and attention will drive them wild. James was surprised to find out that Jessica’s was the back of her knees. ‘Kiss the back of my knees and rub the stubble of your chin over them and I’ll be putty in your hands’.

They had done this lesson as if it were a real scenario. She would not let him take things further unless she genuinely felt he had done enough to seduce her. He kissed and cuddled her for an eternity before she let him undress her, agonisingly slowly, one item of clothing at a time. But when he gave the back of her knees some attention she was literally begging him to take her. Then it was James’ turn to ask for what he wanted, he was promised a cunnilingus lesson so that’s what she gave him. She showed him how to seduce a woman’s cunt with his tongue and fingers. He’d enjoyed it immensely and had her in a screaming orgasm far quicker than he’d anticipated.

“Please James, fuck me, give me that big cock, I need it in me,” she begged him as his tongue kept the high intensity of her orgasm flowing freely.

If she hadn’t told him he’d have known by the tone of her voice and the longing in her eyes how much she needed him inside her. That could not be faked.

“Okay,” he said, kneeling up on the bed, “You can have my cock. But I want to try it doggy style, can you get on all fours please?”

“Of course, but next time, when you have a woman begging for it like this, don’t be so polite, tell her what you want, don’t ask. Trust me, she’ll thank you for it,” she said, getting onto her hands and knees.

James lined up behind her and slipped his cock into her soaking wet cunt.

“Oh fuck yes,” she said.

“Wow, it feels different like this,” he said.

“Yes…diff…yes…hold my hips…pull me…ah fuck yes.”

James got her meaning and held her hips so that with each thrust he could pull her onto him, which greatly increased the impact, and the squelching noise he’d come to enjoy so much. Then he thought he take a chance. Remembering something he saw in a porn movie once, he took one hand and lightly grabbed a fist full of her hair. He didn’t apply any pressure but Jessica instinctively moved her head up and back, taking this as permission he tightened his grip on her hair a little.

“Oh my god…Fuckkkkkkkk.”

Jessica came hard when she felt him pull on her hair. It was the surprise of his taking the initiative as much as the feeling of being dominated that pushed her over the edge into yet another screaming climax. She was entirely in his hands as she knelt there while he banged that huge cock of his into her with incredible **** and stamina. She was momentarily disappointed when he let go of her hair before he’d come, although her own orgasm was then starting to wane. Then she felt him pull out of her.

Looking over her shoulder at him she said, “Did you come?”

“Not yet, lay on your back,” he said, remembering not to say please.

Jessica laid on her back and spread her legs for him, but the expected missionary penetration did not materialise. Instead, he straddled her belly and started inching up her body. She knew what he wanted, but she asked anyway, just for effect.

“Oooh, James, what do you want?” She said, his cock now inches from her face.

“I want you to lie there, I’m going to come on your face.”

“Mmmm, just like a porn star? I like it.”

“Good,” he said, “You can lick my balls then as well.”

Her tongue reached out and lapped at his balls, “That’s it James, take what you want, make me your slut.”

“You are my slut, my little come slut,” he said, holding the headboard with one hand for support as he jerked his length.

While he did this Jessica slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit as she licked and sucked the balls he was dangling in her face. A few minutes later she felt them contract and he moved his hips back, pointing his cock at her face. She instinctively opened her mouth, hoping to catch at least some of the prize.

James felt his stomach muscles contract and that familiar euphoric feeling rising from the base of cock as he blew his load. The first spurt shot out at speed, flying over her face and landing on her forehead and in her hair, the second went half the distance, landing on her nose and in one eye, forcing it shut. The rest he directed into her mouth and on her tongue, which she gulped down like a thirsty cat, lapping at the end of his cock. As she milked the last few drops she took the head of his cock in her mouth, sucking away until she felt him start to deflate and pull away.

He climbed off her and lay next to her on his side, propped up on one elbow, looking at her face, covered in his come.

“Admiring your work?”

“Yes, it’s oddly erotic, seeing you covered in my come.”

“There’s nothing odd about it, it’s hot as hell. I wasn’t expecting it at all, but I enjoyed being your canvass, you can paint me like that anytime you wish maestro.”

“Oh I intend to,” he said, caressing her breast. “Would you like me to get you a tissue?”

“No, I’ve got this,” she said with a smile, then used her finger to scrape the come into her mouth.