It might not be a bad idea. I decided to register for the Saturday class.
I put the card in my wallet and then decided to turn in for the night. I was exhausted, but still scared to death. I wasn’t sure I would get any rest, but I did have work tomorrow.
At least for the time being, anyway.
I turned off the lights begrudgingly and lay there in my comfortable bed in the darkness, trying not to listen to the dreadful silence and wonder what was going to happen to me that night.
***
Mason’s large cock stood up in front of me. It was thick and hard, the thin skin fully stretched to maximum capacity, jutting out from his rock, hard body. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I’d never seen something that I wanted to touch as badly as I wanted to run my fingers along the outer edge of that beautiful cock.
Somehow, I resisted it. This was going to last a while. I would make sure of that.
He was standing in front of me, fully naked as I had demanded him to be. We were in my bedroom. I was sitting on the bed and he was standing before me awaiting my further commands. His body was glistening with sweaty anticipation. He smelled masculine, bold, and sensual. Thoughts of licking his body clean swirled in my head.
“Are you ready?” I asked.
“Yes,” Mason replied.
“I don’t believe you,” I said. “I don’t think you are truly worthy.”
“Yes!” Mason yelled louder.
His muscles tensed slightly when he replied and his cock moved upwards just a bit.
I stood up with a smile on my face. I loved to be in control this way. To have a beautiful man at my beck and call, ready to do my bidding and pleasure me any way that I desired—that was the ultimate for me.
I walked around Mason, circling him as he stared forward towards the wall. My body stayed very close to his. I wasn’t naked yet, but the only thing separating us was the thin negligee I was wearing. A few simple movements would see it falling to the floor at my feet, but not yet. There was plenty of time for that.
His ass was tight, muscular, and oh so tight before me. I couldn’t resist myself. My fingers caressed his hard cheeks, cupping them, tracing along the separation, and then moving in between the cheeks just a little bit.
Mason tensed up slightly, but then he resumed a normal, deep breathing pattern and began to relax, even as my index finger traced the outside of his asshole. I toyed with the idea of sticking it in, but still it was a bit farther along than I wanted to be.
I completed the trip around him until we were facing each other again. I was standing so closely to him that his hard cock was pressed straight against me, like some kind of a barrier. I decided to have a little fun and leaned forward, slight at first, and then growing harder, but not letting his dick move.
Mason winced with the pain, but I continued.
“Shhh…” I whispered. “You are stronger than that.”
I continued until I got the sensation that I might actually injure his magnificent tool if I didn’t pull back. So I did. The relaxation that swept over Mason’s face was intriguing.
My hand suddenly reached down and grabbed his dick in a tight grip. He was not expecting this and he let out a strong moan. I began to pull on his shaft, enjoying the sensation of it in my palm, growing stronger and harder. I couldn’t wait to have it buried inside of me.
I paused at the tip just then and let the tip linger between my thumb and forefinger.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Good,” Mason replied.
I then began to squeeze the tip between my fingers, flattening it slightly, pinching it down.
He groaned with pain, but to his credit he did not move.
“How does that feel?” I asked.
“Good,” He groaned.
With my other hand I cupped his balls just then, rubbing them gently and lovingly, while continuing to pinch the head of his dick with my other fingers.
The sensations of the two different acts had to be hard to deal with, but Mason hung in there.
“Good boy,” I said. “Sit on the bed.”
Mason did as I ordered. He was sitting right in front of me now, staring upwards. I leaned in so he could smell my perfume and feel my warmth. His eyes took the bait as well, looking over my body, especially inside the cleavage that was now created by my loose fitting lingerie.
“You like what you see?” I asked.
“Yes…”
“Good,” I replied.
I leaned in and kissed him hard on the mouth, biting his lip as I pulled back.
I quickly pulled off my panties, placed my left leg on his right side on the bed, and then forced his face into my crotch. Mason took the hint and went to work licking my beautiful, soft, pool of wetness.