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Mr. D - Black Mountain Academy

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I stepped to the side a bit so we could both share the streaming water. I wanted to examine every inch of his body with my eyes, with my hands, and even my tongue. Clearly last night, and even this morning, wasn’t enough. My appetite for more grew.

“Hand me that bottle,” he said, pointing to the shampoo.

I did so, and he squeezed some into his palm and then reached for my hair and began to massage it into my scalp.

I moaned.

I couldn’t help it. It felt so good, and the loving act was not lost on me. I never had someone do something so tender and affectionate to me before.

He continued to work the shampoo into my hair as the floral fragrance wafted up my nose, reviving my neglected soul. I actually felt cared for.

“You have gorgeous hair,” he said softly. His nude body was so close to mine, yet it did not touch, nor did I feel like the act was his foreplay for more sex. He was simply doing this to be kind.

“I’ve never had anyone wash my hair before. Well unless you count the hairdresser, but I’ve never had… this. I’m not used to… attention.”

“You deserve this every day,” he mumbled, so low that it seemed he hadn’t planned for me to actually hear what he said.

He used the rest of the soapy lather on his hands and ran it over my entire body. It wasn’t sexual. It wasn’t lecherous. It was simply a man cleaning a woman.

“You know we’re breaking all the rules. We shouldn’t be doing this.” His words weren’t cruel, but they still stung. I didn’t want this to be wrong when I knew it felt right.

I looked at him as he helped me rinse the shampoo out of my hair. “Do you always follow the rules?” I wondered if I was expected to agree, because I didn’t want to.

He nodded. “Usually the big ones. Yes. This is a pretty fucking massive rule we are ignoring.”

“Why? I’m nineteen.”

“Because you’re a student of Black Mountain Academy. I’m the principal… at least until someone catches wind of this.”

“I would never tell anyone.”

“It’s not just that.” He leaned down and softly kissed my lips. “We both know this isn’t going to end well.”

“Why?” I said as I lowered my hand to his dick, loving that it instantly twitched and hardened. “You think I can’t keep up with you?” I licked my lips and considered dropping to my knees to show him just how wrong he was about us. We could work. We could make it work.

“We are both at very different stages of our lives.”

“I believe you’re overthinking,” I said, not wanting to ruin this perfect moment. “Let’s just live in the moment. Right now.” I gave a wicked smile as I stroked his dick. “We already crossed the line. We might as well enjoy this side of forbidden.”

Mr. D swallowed hard but didn’t respond.

I didn’t mind the touch of bad. I actually enjoyed the smell of possible destruction. At least it made me feel something, anything. I wasn’t numb. I had felt nothing for so long that even feeling dirty and soiled by temptations was better than the void of nothing I had been spinning in for so long.

He didn’t argue with me. Instead, he reached for my chin, pushed me down to my knees, and pulled my face to the tip of his hardened flesh. He continued to hold my chin as he pressed past my lips and rested heavy on my tongue. I didn’t have a choice but to open wide as the thickness of his member filled every inch of open space in my mouth. The weight was heavy against my tongue, and as he pressed deeper inside, I struggled not to gag as his full size touched the back of my throat. He released my chin and placed both of his hands on each side of my head, and gently began rocking his hips. The friction of my lips along his smooth and velvety skin caused his penis to twitch and grow even bigger.

I looked up at him, and for the first time since we entered the shower, he wasn’t staring at me. Instead, he had his eyes closed, his head tilted back slightly, and my pussy pulsated knowing I was giving him pleasure by having my mouth around him.

Tasting the saltiness, smelling the musky odor, and feeling the black hairs that circled his sex brush up against my face each time he drove as far into my mouth as he could, lit my body on fire even as the water from the shower extinguished the flames. I held my position, kept my mouth open, and tried to give this man the best blowjob of his life. I think it helped that he kept his hands firmly placed on my head. It offered me the support and guidance that I so desperately needed. He chose the pace and set the depth of how far he would fuck my mouth. I was his vessel to fuck and I loved every second of it.


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