You want ass-to-mouth

Mr. Goreman holds you by your waist, pummeling your ass with his fat dick, pushing your face down into the rumpled beadspread. You can feel his cock swelling and his whole body tensing up as he prepares to spunk up your eager teenage hole. Clearly fucking your ass to orgasm Mr. Goreman cries out with pleasure.

"Pull out," you cry and look back at his straning red face, "I want to taste it."

He slides his dick out of your ass with a pop and you can feel your back passage closing up slowly. It's so empty and sore, but you have other concerns. You turn and drop to your knees. Mr. Goreman's big dick is straining purple and greasy as you take it in your hand. There is an unpleasant smell but it isn't overwhelming. You gag yourself on his big dick, engulfing it in your full lips and slamming it to the back of your throat. The taste is bitter and a little bad, but you let your spit wash it away as you loudly slurp on his schlong.

"Nasty young lady," Mr. Goreman watches you, his breathing heavy and his face dripping with sweat. He pushes your hair from your face as you suck him. "Oh, don't stop. Don't stop. I'm going to...ahhhh..."

Your ass to mouth sucking is rewarding with a heavy blast of cum against your tonsils. Mr. Goreman's fat prick throbs between your lips and you feel each wad of spunk race up the vein of his dick and spray out across your tongue. You gulp his gushing goo and moan with your mouth full as you bob and suck every last drop out of his sperm-spewing fuckstick.

You tease him with swirls of your tongue, gathering up the salty pearls of his orgasm. You gulp the spermy mouthful and lift your lips from Mr. Goreman's wilting prick.

"Just what I wanted," you say, and you lean forward and give him a kiss on the cheek. You stand up, running your hands over your naked body. Your clothes are heaped beside his bed. You pick them up, figuring you're going to get dressed, but Mr. Goreman isn't quite ready to see you go.

"My dear, I wanted to talk to you about an idea that occured to me while you were performing that delightful maneuver with your tongue on the tip of my prick." He stands, adjusting his boxers and shuffling over to you.

"What's the idea?" you ask.