She came to his house. She was looking for help, looking for his guidance. She was lost; she needed someone to steer her in the right direction.

He’d been expecting her. He answered the door naked, his cock hanging loosely down between his legs. She couldn’t help but stare. Stare and wonder; is this what I’ve been looking for?

He let her in. Shut the door. Locked it. The outside world was quickly forgotten. He turned around to find that she’d slipped out of the meagre clothes that she’d been wearing. A hungry look on her face.

His cock twitched at the sight of her.

She licked her lips.

Tilting her head slightly, she just uttered, “Can I?”

He nodded, almost imperceptibly.

Her hand dragged her forward. Holding it out, eager to touch. To grasp. Wanting to feel its warmth, its pulse, its hardness. Her fingers curled around the base as he let out a low moan.

Slowly, she began to stroke it up and down. She felt it get bigger and harder on each stroke. Blood rushing to his root. She was enjoying the effect she was having on him. Feeling him twitch within her hand.

Her other hand moved to cradle his balls. Massaging them in time to her movements over his length. Her sole focus in the world was held between her hands. All her senses wanted to be involved.

The sight of him in her hands.

The touch of his skin and hardening member.

Hearing the sound of the movement of his skin.

Smelling the musk of his sex.

She needed to complete all her senses. She needed to taste him.

She slowly sank to the floor and kneeled. His cock before her eyes. She stared at it further, moving her hand up and down, sliding his foreskin over the head of his cock again and again. Pre-cum leaking to help facilitate the motion.

“Open” he said. Her mouth instinctively separated, her lips glistened with saliva and anticipation. Her hands guided his cock towards her mouth, her tongue flicking out to taste the juices around his head. Swirling around the tip, adding her own fluid to his.

Tentatively, she closed her lips around him. Feeling her mouth shut around his girth and seal him inside. She held him there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of his cock in her mouth, continuing to allow her tongue to rove around. Slowly at first, she began to move him further back into her mouth; feeling the sensation of his cock filling her. Rocking her mouth backwards and forwards, she moved him further and further inside her. One hand gripping the base of his shaft to control her movements, the other continuing to fondle and massage his balls.

She looked up at him. Her brown eyes wide, mouth full of his cock. Her eyes seemed to be questioning, looking for some form of affirmation. Is this what he wanted? Was she doing it correctly?

“Good girl,” was all he muttered.

She smiled at the praise, happy that she was proving her worth. Happy that she was making him happy. Taking pleasure in his pleasure.

She started to increase the pace. Moving her mouth backwards and forwards; her hand stroking the cock in time to her mouth. Her tongue wrapping around his shaft and head. Saliva dripping out of her mouth and down her chest.

He just stood there. He didn’t need to do anything. She was the one keen to learn. Wanting to know how to please a man. How to submit to a man.

She was enjoying varying the speed and depth that his dick was going in and out of her mouth. At some points, she was pumping away just around his head, her lips rising and falling over the ridge of his helmet. Other times she was forcing it as far down her throat as she could manage, enjoying the choking sensation as she held him there. Gasping as she came back up for air.

His cock was slick with her saliva. She now had both hands wrapped round it, pumping him in and out of her mouth. She was moaning into his dick, enjoying her first sensation of her mouth being filled. Playing with it, popping it out of her mouth and slapping it on her tongue.

Playtime was now over, though. He decided to take things into his own hands. Grasping the back of her head, he began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She held her mouth open and just let him do what he wanted.

Her mouth was his.

If he wanted, her tits were his.

She hoped that her pussy was his.

Maybe he would allow her ass to be his.

She just wanted to submit to him.

He continued to thrust into her mouth. Hearing little gagging sounds every now and again. Feeling no opposition to his actions. If anything, she had relaxed more into the situation and was enjoying his dominance. His need was getting closer to be fulfilled. He could feel his orgasm welling inside himself. He pushed his cock back into her mouth, felt it stiffen and then start to spurt cum down her throat.

He got the involuntary jerk from her as the first jet of cum hit the back of her throat. Got her struggle to hold each spurt inside her mouth. Felt her swallowing as best she could. Saw the cum leaking out of her mouth despite her best efforts. He continued to hold his cock in her mouth until he felt his own orgasm fading, then let go of his hands around her head.

She pulled her mouth away from him; feeling the need to breathe; the need to deal with the cum coating her mouth and throat. The taste wasn’t what she was expecting, but it wasn’t something that she didn’t like. Perhaps with time and practice, it was something she would grow to adore.

Instinctively, she moved her mouth back to the head of his cock and starting licking around. Wanting to remove every last vestige of cum that remained.

He looked down at her proudly. She was sexually instinctive. Wanting to please and wanting to learn. This has been but the start. He was looking forward to seeing how far he could take her education.