The Plumber’s Lesson

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I couldn’t believe the words that had just left my mouth. There I was, standing in my bathroom, watching as the young, handsome plumber finished installing my new shower system. His name was James, or so his name tag read. With his muscular arms and broad shoulders, he was the epitome of a manly tradesman. I had specifically requested a male plumber, and the company had sent me this gorgeous specimen. Little did he know, he was about to get an unexpected show.

I had been flirting with him subtly since he arrived, making small talk and complimenting his work. James had a charming smile and a hint of shyness in his deep blue eyes, which only made him more attractive. As he tightened the last screw on the shower panel, I decided to be bolder, taking a chance that might either scare him off or fulfill my secret fantasy.

“You know, James, I’m so glad I insisted on this handheld shower attachment,” I said, running my fingers along the sleek metal hose. “It’s not just for cleaning those hard-to-reach places.”

James straightened up, wiping his brow with the back of his hand, leaving a streak of dirt across his forehead. “Oh, really? What else is it good for then?” His curiosity was piqued, and I could see the wheels turning in his head.

Taking a deep breath, I decided to plunge ahead. “Well, it’s perfect for… self-pleasure.” I bit my lip, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness as I revealed my little secret.

His eyes widened, and the color drained from his face. “Self-pleasure? You mean… masturbation?” He whispered the word as if it were a forbidden term, and his reaction only fueled my desire to push further.

“Yes, masturbation. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, but I thought you should know why I was so particular about this setup.” I stepped closer to him, my heart racing. “I love a good water-induced orgasm, and I’m not about to give those up.”

James’s mouth hung open slightly, and he seemed at a loss for words. I could almost see the steam rising from his ears as his face flushed with embarrassment. The poor guy was probably not used to women being so forward, especially one who looked like me—a mature, confident woman in her prime.

Sensing his discomfort, I decided to take control of the situation. “You look shocked, James. Don’t worry, I won’t bite… unless you want me to.” I winked at him, my voice dripping with seduction. “In fact, since you’re so curious, I’d be happy to demonstrate how I use this showerhead to bring myself pleasure.”

His eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape, but I knew he was hooked. The idea of watching a woman like me, who could be his mother, masturbate in front of him was both scandalous and irresistible.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered. “I mean, I’ve never… I mean, I shouldn’t…”

I placed my hand on his chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breath beneath my palm. “Shh… just relax and enjoy the show. Consider it a private performance just for you.”

Without waiting for his response, I slowly began to unbutton my silk blouse, revealing my lace black bra and the swell of my full C-cup breasts. James’s eyes locked onto my cleavage, his mouth dry as he struggled to swallow. I could see the bulge in his work pants growing, and I knew I had him right where I wanted.

I slipped off my blouse, letting it fall to the floor, and then unhooked my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples hardened in the cool air, and I cupped them in my hands, squeezing gently as I offered him a sultry smile.

“Do you like what you see, James?” I asked, my voice husky with desire.

He nodded, unable to form a coherent sentence.

I stepped out of my skirt, revealing my matching lace panties and toned, shapely legs. “Now, for the main event,” I purred, reaching for the shower controls.

With a twist of the knob, the showerhead came to life, spraying a gentle mist of warm water. I stepped under the stream, closing my eyes as the water caressed my skin. I ran the handheld showerhead along my neck, down my shoulders, and across my breasts, moaning softly as the sensation sent shivers down my spine.

“Watch how I use this,” I instructed, my voice laced with lust. I angled the showerhead so that the water flowed directly onto my nipples, which were already erect and begging for attention. I rubbed the stream back and forth, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

James stood frozen, his eyes glued to my naked form as I played with the water, teasing my sensitive nipples. I could see his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, as if he were fighting an internal battle between his professional demeanor and his primal urges.

“Does it feel good?” he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.

“Oh, it feels amazing,” I breathed, my eyes fluttering open to meet his gaze. “But it’s even better down here.”

I slowly lowered the showerhead, letting the water run down my stomach, teasing my navel before trailing lower, until it reached the apex of my thighs. I parted my legs, giving him an unobstructed view of my glistening pussy, already wet and ready.

With one hand, I spread my lips, exposing my swollen clit, while the other guided the showerhead to my most intimate spot. I let out a soft cry as the warm water hit my sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure throughout my body.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as I surrendered to the sensations. I moved the showerhead in slow circles, building the pressure, and then faster, as my arousal intensified.

James’s breathing grew heavier, and I could see his chest heaving as he struggled to maintain his composure. His eyes were locked on my fingers, now sliding in and out of my wetness, while the water continued to tease my clit.

“That’s it, James, watch me,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “See how I touch myself? How I bring myself pleasure?”

I increased the pace, my fingers plunging deeper, matching the rhythm of the showerhead as it massaged my clit. My breath came in short gasps, and I knew I was close to the edge.

“Oh, God, I’m going to come,” I cried out, my body trembling as the orgasm built.

James’s eyes were wild, his face a mask of pure desire. He took a step forward, as if to join me, but I held up a hand, shaking my head.

“No, just watch,” I panted, my eyes never leaving his.

The climax hit me like a wave, crashing over my body as I cried out, my fingers working furiously at my swollen bud. I rode the wave of pleasure, my hips bucking against the showerhead, until I finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

I stepped out from under the shower stream, my body glistening with a mix of water and sweat. James stood there, his jaw clenched, his erection straining against his pants.

“That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice raw.

I smiled, feeling empowered by the raw desire I had awakened in this young man. “It was, wasn’t it? And all thanks to this wonderful showerhead.”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my naked form.

I stepped closer to him, my breasts brushing against his chest. “You’ve been a very good boy, James. I think you deserve a reward.”

Before he could respond, I dropped to my knees, unbuckled his belt, and pulled down his zipper. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and I wrapped my hand around it, stroking gently.

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, his hands gripping my shoulders as I took him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head.

I sucked him deeply, taking him to the back of my throat, my hand pumping the base of his shaft in time with my mouth. James’s hands fisted in my hair, guiding my movements as he thrust gently, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

“I’m gonna come,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased the pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor, until he exploded in my mouth, his warm cum hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, milking him dry as he trembled above me.

As he caught his breath, I stood up, my body still buzzing from the thrill of our encounter. “Well, James, I hope that demonstration was satisfactory.”

He nodded, his eyes glazed with post-orgasmic bliss. “It was… incredible. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

I smiled, satisfied that I had not only fulfilled my own fantasy but had also given this handsome plumber a lesson in pleasure he would never forget.

“Now, I believe you have some final touches to make on the shower,” I said, picking up my clothes. “And I have a feeling this won’t be the last time you’ll be using that handheld showerhead for more than just cleaning.”

With a final wink, I left James to finish his work, knowing that he would forever remember the day he installed a shower for a woman who showed him just how satisfying a water-induced orgasm could be.

A Tasting of Wine and Desire

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Kate stepped into The Tasty Tavern, a charming pub with a cozy, old-world ambiance. The warm glow of candlelit tables and the soft murmur of conversations welcomed her as she made her way to the wine tasting event. She had always been a wine enthusiast, and her curiosity about new flavors and blends had brought her here tonight. Little did she know that this evening would be a tantalizing journey of sensory delights, both in terms of wine and carnal pleasures.

As she approached the tasting area, a tall, dark-haired man caught her attention. He was in his early thirties, with a confident smile and a captivating presence. His deep blue eyes sparkled with mischief as he noticed Kate’s gaze. He was the wine expert, the one who had supplied the pub with an exquisite selection for the event. Kate felt a flutter in her stomach, a mixture of excitement and anticipation.

The wine expert, whose name was Ethan, greeted Kate warmly, his voice smooth and inviting. “Welcome to the tasting, Kate. I’m Ethan, and I’ll be your guide through this delightful journey of flavors.” His charm was undeniable, and Kate found herself drawn to his charismatic demeanor.

Ethan began by introducing the first wine, a crisp white from a local vineyard. As Kate took a sip, Ethan watched her closely, his eyes fixed on her lips as they wrapped around the glass. “Notice the subtle notes of citrus and the refreshing acidity,” he said, his voice low and sensual. “It’s a perfect wine for a hot summer day.”

Kate savored the wine, feeling the cool liquid slide down her throat, and nodded in agreement. “It’s delightful,” she said, her green eyes sparkling with pleasure. “I love how it dances on my tongue.”

Ethan smiled, his gaze intense. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. Now, let’s move on to something a little more complex.” He poured a deep red wine into her glass, its rich color shimmering in the candlelight. “This one is a bold Cabernet Sauvignon, aged to perfection. It’s a wine that demands your attention.”

Kate took a sip, and the full-bodied flavor exploded on her palate. It was like a warm embrace, leaving a lingering taste of dark berries and oak. “Oh, this is incredible,” she murmured, her eyes closing momentarily to savor the experience.

Ethan leaned closer, his breath tickling her ear. “I’m glad you like it. I chose this one especially for you. I thought it would suit your refined taste.” His words sent a shiver down Kate’s spine, and she felt a warmth between her thighs that had nothing to do with the wine.

As the evening progressed, Ethan guided Kate through a variety of wines, each more exquisite than the last. They laughed and chatted, sharing stories and a growing sense of connection. Kate was captivated by Ethan’s knowledge and his ability to make her feel like the only woman in the room. His attention was intoxicating, and she found herself wanting more.

When the event finally came to an end, Kate felt a pang of disappointment. She didn’t want the night to be over, not when she was having such a wonderful time. Sensing her reluctance, Ethan stepped closer, his eyes holding a promise of something more.

“I’d love to continue this conversation somewhere more private,” he said, his voice low and suggestive. “My place is just around the corner. I have a few rare vintages I’d like to share with you, if you’re interested.”

Kate’s heart raced at the invitation. She had never been one to shy away from adventure, especially when it came to attractive younger men. “I’d love to,” she replied, her voice steady despite the excitement coursing through her veins.

They left the pub, the cool night air a refreshing change after the warmth of the crowded room. As they walked, Kate felt Ethan’s hand brush against hers, and she couldn’t help but smile. His touch was electric, and she knew that the night was about to take an even more exciting turn.

Ethan’s apartment was a short walk away, located in a trendy neighborhood. The building was modern and stylish, a contrast to the quaint pub they had just left. As they stepped into the elevator, Kate felt a tingling anticipation building within her. She was eager to see what the night had in store.

Ethan’s place was a reflection of his refined taste—clean lines, warm lighting, and a collection of wine bottles displayed like works of art. Kate’s eyes widened as she took in the elegant space, feeling a thrill at the thought of what was to come.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Ethan said, his voice deep and inviting. “I’ll just grab a couple of special bottles from my collection.”

Kate settled onto a plush sofa, her heart pounding with anticipation. She watched as Ethan moved gracefully across the room, his muscles flexing beneath his fitted shirt. He was a man who clearly took care of himself, and Kate couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have those strong hands on her body.

Ethan returned with two bottles, one white and one red, and set them on the coffee table. “Now, let’s see if I can find the perfect glass for each of these,” he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

As he searched for the right glasses, Kate took the opportunity to admire his physique. His broad shoulders and narrow waist were accentuated by the way his shirt clung to his body. She felt a familiar warmth between her legs, a growing desire that she knew Ethan would soon satisfy.

Ethan returned with two elegant glasses and poured the white wine first. “This one is a rare Chardonnay, aged in oak barrels. It has a unique buttery texture and a hint of vanilla.”

Kate took a sip, the wine coating her tongue with its rich, creamy flavor. “It’s amazing,” she breathed, her eyes closing in pleasure.

Ethan sat beside her, his thigh brushing against hers. “I’m glad you like it. Now, let’s see if I can make it even better.”

Before Kate could respond, Ethan leaned in and captured her lips in a searing kiss. His mouth was warm and demanding, and Kate felt a rush of desire as his tongue slid against hers. She moaned softly, her hands reaching up to tangle in his dark hair.

Ethan’s kiss was insistent, his hands roaming over her body, exploring her curves. He cupped her small breasts through her dress, his thumbs brushing over her hardening nipples. Kate arched into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.

Breaking the kiss, Ethan trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “You taste incredible,” he murmured, his breath hot against her sensitive skin.

Kate’s head fell back as Ethan’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear, his tongue flicking and teasing. “Oh, Ethan,” she whispered, her voice hoarse with need. “Please…”

Ethan smiled against her skin, his hands sliding down to the hem of her dress. “I want to taste all of you, Kate. I want to make you feel incredible.” With that, he gently lifted her dress over her head, revealing her slender, naked body.

Kate shivered as the cool air caressed her skin, her small breasts with their rosy nipples standing proudly. Ethan’s eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her. “You’re breathtaking,” he said, his voice thick with admiration.

He guided Kate to the edge of the sofa, his hands gently pushing her back until she was lying down. Kate’s heart raced as she watched him kneel between her legs, his eyes fixed on her most intimate place.

“I love going down on women,” Ethan confessed, his voice husky. “And I plan on making you come over and over again.”

Kate’s breath caught in her throat as Ethan leaned forward, his warm breath tickling her sensitive folds. He parted her lips with his thumbs, exposing her glistening clit, and blew gently, sending a shiver of anticipation through her.

“You’re already so wet for me,” he whispered, his voice filled with admiration. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

With that, Ethan lowered his head, his tongue flicking out to trace her slit from bottom to top. Kate gasped, her body arching off the sofa as his tongue swirled around her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her.

Ethan was a master of his craft, his tongue firm and skilled. He lapped at her folds, teasing her clit with quick flicks before sucking it gently between his lips, sending Kate spiraling towards ecstasy. She moaned, her hands gripping the sofa cushions as he continued to pleasure her with his mouth.

“Oh, Ethan, yes!” Kate cried out, her hips bucking against his face. “Don’t stop, please!”

Ethan chuckled against her, the vibrations sending her over the edge. Kate’s body shook as she came, her juices flowing freely as Ethan lapped them up eagerly. He continued to lick and suck, drawing out her orgasm until she was left trembling and sated.

But Ethan wasn’t done yet. He wanted to take her on an even wilder ride. “I want to make you come again, Kate. This time, I want you to hold on as long as you can.”

Kate, still sensitive from her first climax, whimpered softly as Ethan began his sensual assault once more. His tongue was relentless, teasing and tormenting her clit, driving her to the brink of orgasm again and again, only to pull back and deny her release.

“Please, Ethan, let me come,” Kate begged, her voice hoarse. “I can’t take much more.”

“Not yet,” he whispered, his breath hot against her swollen folds. “I want to feel you tremble and beg for it.”

Ethan’s fingers joined his tongue, sliding into her wetness, stretching and filling her as he licked and sucked her clit. Kate’s body was a mass of sensations, her pleasure building to an almost unbearable intensity.

“I… I can’t hold on much longer,” she panted, her hands gripping his hair, urging him closer.

Ethan chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “That’s it, Kate. Come for me. Let it all out.”

With those words, he sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking wildly, and Kate’s body exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm. She cried out, her hips bucking wildly as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Ethan held her through the storm of her release, his tongue and fingers never faltering, until she finally collapsed, spent and satisfied.

Kate lay on the sofa, her body tingling and her mind reeling from the intense pleasure. Ethan rose to his knees, his eyes dark with desire. “I love the taste of your pussy, Kate. I could eat you all night.”

Kate smiled, her body still buzzing with pleasure. “You’re incredible, Ethan. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.”

Ethan grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, the night’s still young, Kate. I have a feeling we’re just getting started.”

Kate’s heart raced at the thought of what else Ethan had in store for her. She had never felt so desired, so utterly consumed by passion. As she gazed up at him, she knew that this was just the beginning of a night that would leave her forever changed.

Reunited Passions

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The dimly lit ballroom buzzed with the energy of former classmates reconnecting at their high school reunion. Among the crowd, Jane, now a confident and alluring 37-year-old woman, felt a surge of excitement as she scanned the familiar faces. Her heart skipped a beat when her eyes locked with those of Mr. Williams, her former English teacher. The years had only added to his charm; his once-stern gaze had softened, but the intensity remained, sending a shiver down Jane’s spine.

Jane’s mind raced back to her teenage years, where she would daydream about Mr. Williams during his lectures, imagining his strong hands guiding her through more intimate lessons. She had always been a mischievous student, and the thought of being disciplined by him was a secret fantasy she cherished.

As the evening progressed, Jane found herself drawn towards her former teacher. She approached him, her heart pounding in her chest. “Mr. Williams, it’s been ages! I’m Jane, from your English class.” Her voice was laced with a playful tone, hinting at the hidden desires she had kept locked away for years.

Mr. Williams’ eyes lit up with recognition. “Jane, my dear! You’ve blossomed into a stunning woman. I remember your lively spirit in class.” His gaze traveled over her body, taking in her short blonde hair, now styled in a sleek bob, and her blue eyes that sparkled with mischief. He noticed the subtle changes in her figure, the curves that had filled out, and the hint of a mischievous smile that played on her lips.

“Thank you, Mr. Williams,” Jane replied, her voice lowering to a husky whisper. “I always looked forward to your class, especially the… private lessons I fantasized about.” She leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear, sending a shudder through his body.

The teacher’s eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and desire flashing across his face. “Jane, I had no idea. I always admired your beauty, but as your teacher, I had to maintain boundaries.” He paused, his voice dropping to a more intimate tone. “But now, seeing you here, I realize some desires are too powerful to ignore.”

Jane’s heart raced as she sensed the unspoken invitation in his words. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to explore those boundaries with you, Mr. Williams. Perhaps tonight, we can make up for lost time?” She bit her lower lip, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Without a word, Mr. Williams took her hand, his grip firm and commanding, and led her out of the ballroom. The reunion faded into the background as they made their way to the hotel elevator, the anticipation building with each passing second.

The elevator ride was a silent, tense journey, filled with unspoken desires. Jane’s body tingled with anticipation as she stood close to her former teacher, their bodies almost touching. She could feel his breath on her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

As the elevator doors opened, Mr. Williams guided Jane into the hotel room, his hand on the small of her back, sending a surge of electricity through her. The room was dimly lit, creating an intimate atmosphere. Jane’s eyes adjusted to the soft lighting, taking in the plush surroundings—a king-size bed with satin sheets, a bottle of champagne on ice, and a tray of tantalizing treats.

“I thought we might need some refreshments,” Mr. Williams said, his voice deep and husky. He poured two glasses of champagne, handing one to Jane. “To making up for lost time,” he proposed, his eyes holding hers in a sultry gaze.

Jane clinked her glass against his, the bubbles tickling her lips as she took a sip. “To us,” she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation. She placed her glass on the bedside table, her movements deliberate and sensual. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be taught a lesson by you, Mr. Williams. And tonight, I’m ready to learn.”

Mr. Williams set his glass aside and stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. “Then let’s begin, Miss Jane.” His voice was firm, taking on the role of the authoritative teacher. “But first, I want you to call me by my first name, Steven. Tonight, we shed the boundaries of the classroom.”

“Yes, Steven,” Jane whispered, her voice breathless. She wanted to please him, to submit to his desires.

Steven’s hands reached for the buttons of her dress, his fingers deftly undoing each one, revealing her bare shoulders and the swell of her breasts. “You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he murmured, his lips brushing against her exposed skin, sending a wave of pleasure through her.

Jane’s breath quickened as his hands slid down her sides, tracing the curves of her waist before resting on her hips. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together, and she could feel his arousal against her. “I’ve thought about this moment for years, Jane. I want to make it unforgettable for both of us.”

Jane’s hands found their way to Steven’s shirt, unbuttoning it with eager fingers. She reveled in the sensation of his warm skin beneath her palms as she explored his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. “I want to please you, Steven. Teach me how.”

With a gentle yet commanding tone, Steven guided Jane towards the bed, his hands never leaving her body. “Kneel on the edge, Jane. I want to taste you.”

Jane’s heart raced as she obeyed, positioning herself on the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. She watched as Steven stood before her, his eyes fixed on her exposed body, his desire evident in his gaze.

Steven slowly lowered himself, his hands gently parting her thighs, revealing her shaved pussy, glistening with anticipation. He leaned forward, his breath hot against her sensitive skin, and then he began to explore her with his tongue.

Jane gasped as his tongue flicked over her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. His skilled mouth teased and tormented her, building the intensity with each stroke. She gripped the bedsheets, her knuckles whitening as she struggled to maintain control.

“You taste so sweet, Jane,” Steven murmured between kisses. “I want to make you cum for me.” His tongue delved deeper, his fingers joining in, massaging her sensitive spot, driving her closer to the edge.

Jane’s breath came in short gasps as her pleasure spiraled higher. “Oh, Steven… I’m close…” she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire.

Steven increased his pace, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, driving her wild with ecstasy. “Cum for me, Jane. Let me feel your pleasure.”

With a cry of release, Jane’s body arched, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave. She trembled as Steven continued to lap at her sensitive flesh, drawing out every last drop of pleasure.

As her trembling subsided, Steven lifted his head, his eyes dark with desire. “That was just the beginning, my dear student. Now, it’s time for your next lesson.”

Jane, still trembling from her climax, looked up at Steven, her eyes filled with anticipation. “What do you have in store for me, teacher?”

Steven’s lips curved into a mischievous smile. “I think it’s time for a little role-play, Jane. I want you to be my naughty student, and I’ll be the strict teacher who disciplines you.”

Jane’s heart raced at the prospect. “Oh, I’ve always fantasized about that, Steven. What do you want me to do?”

“First, stand up and lean against the bedpost. I want to admire your beautiful body.”

Jane complied, her heart pounding as she exposed herself to his gaze. Steven’s eyes roamed over her, taking in every inch of her naked form. He stepped closer, his breath hot against her skin as he reached for a silk scarf from the bedside table.

“Now, close your eyes, Jane. Trust me.”

Jane did as he asked, her anticipation building. She felt the soft caress of the scarf against her wrists, followed by a gentle tug as Steven tied her hands together, securing them to the bedpost.

“There, my naughty student, you’re all tied up for me,” he whispered, his breath tickling her ear. “You look so beautiful, helpless and exposed.”

Jane’s breath quickened as she felt the vulnerability of her position. “Please, teacher, what are you going to do to me?”

Steven’s hand trailed down her body, his fingers tracing the curve of her waist, then lower, until he reached her wet core. “I’m going to teach you a lesson, Jane. A lesson in pleasure and submission.”

His fingers teased her, stroking her sensitive folds, making her squirm with desire. “Please, Steven, I need more,” she pleaded, her voice hoarse.

“Not yet, my eager student. First, I want to hear you beg for it.”

Jane’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but her desire overrode her inhibitions. “Please, teacher, I’ve been a bad girl. I need your discipline. I need your touch.”

Steven’s breath caught at her words, and he rewarded her with a firm stroke, his fingers plunging deep inside her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from Jane. “That’s it, Jane. Let me hear you beg for more.”

Jane’s body trembled as Steven’s fingers worked their magic, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. “Oh, teacher, please! I need to cum! Please, make me cum!”

Steven’s touch became more relentless, his fingers pounding into her, driving her wild with pleasure. “That’s it, Jane. Cum for me. Show me how much you’ve learned.”

Jane’s body convulsed as her orgasm ripped through her, her cries filling the room. Steven held her through the waves of pleasure, his fingers still buried deep within her, prolonging her bliss.

As her trembling subsided, Steven untied her wrists, his touch gentle and tender. “You’ve been a very good student, Jane. Now, it’s time for your final lesson of the night.”

Jane, her body still buzzing with pleasure, looked up at Steven, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. “What’s next, teacher?”

Steven’s smile was devilish as he guided her to the bed, his hands exploring her body with reverence. “Now, my dear student, I’m going to show you how a teacher truly fucks his naughty pupil.”

With that, he positioned himself between her thighs, his hardness pressing against her entrance. Jane’s breath caught as she felt the tip of his cock teasing her, slick with her desire.

“Please, Steven, I need you inside me,” she pleaded, her hips arching upwards.

With a slow, deliberate thrust, Steven entered her, filling her with a sensation that bordered on pain and exquisite pleasure. He paused, letting her adjust to his size, before beginning a slow, rhythmic motion, his hips moving in perfect harmony with hers.

“You feel so good, Jane,” he groaned, his voice strained. “So tight and wet around me.”

Jane’s hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she matched his rhythm, her body moving in sync with his. “Oh, Steven, yes! Harder, please!”

Steven obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, driving deeper into her, their bodies slapping together in a primal rhythm. Jane’s cries filled the room as her pleasure intensified, her orgasm building once more.

“Cum with me, Jane,” Steven growled, his voice hoarse with desire. “Let’s climax together.”

As if on cue, their bodies erupted in a symphony of pleasure. Jane’s pussy clenched around Steven’s throbbing cock, milking him as they both cried out, their voices mingling in a chorus of ecstasy.

They collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, their hearts pounding in unison. Steven rolled onto his side, his hand gently caressing Jane’s face, brushing her hair away from her eyes.

“That was incredible, Jane. I always knew you were special, but tonight…” He trailed off, his voice thick with emotion.

Jane smiled, her eyes sparkling with contentment. “I’ve always had a crush on you, Steven. I’m glad we finally acted on it.”

Steven leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. “We should have done this years ago, but better late than never, my dear student.”

As the night deepened, they explored each other’s bodies with a newfound passion, discovering pleasures they had only dreamed of during their high school days. The reunion had sparked a flame that would burn brightly in their memories, a secret shared between teacher and student, now lovers in the truest sense.

The Forbidden College Tour

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I couldn’t believe the request I had just received. My old college roommate, Susan, had reached out with a peculiar favor. Her son, Ethan, was coming to the city to tour a few colleges, and she wondered if he could stay with me for a few days. I was flattered that she trusted me with her precious boy, but I had my reservations. After all, I hadn’t seen Susan or her family in years, and I had no idea what her son was like.

“Of course, I’d be delighted to have him,” I replied, my voice filled with enthusiasm I didn’t entirely feel. I was curious about this young man, Susan’s son. I remembered her mentioning that he was a late bloomer, a shy and quiet boy who had just turned eighteen. My mind wandered to the thought of a gangly teenager with braces and acne, but I pushed those stereotypes aside.

As the day of Ethan’s arrival drew closer, I found myself feeling a bit nervous. I hadn’t had much interaction with young people lately, especially not teenage boys. I was a successful businesswoman in my early forties, and my social circle consisted mainly of colleagues and clients. I enjoyed my independence and the freedom to indulge in my passions, which included fine dining, collecting vintage wines, and attending the theater. I lived alone in a spacious apartment, and the thought of having a houseguest, especially a young one, was both exciting and daunting.

On a crisp autumn afternoon, I arrived home from work to find a tall, slender figure standing outside my door. His dark hair fell over his forehead, and he had a shy smile that reminded me of Susan. I felt a rush of warmth as I realized this must be Ethan.

“Hi, I’m Ethan,” he said, his voice soft and a little raspy, as if he didn’t use it much. “Mom said you’d be expecting me.”

“Ethan, welcome! Come in, come in,” I said, stepping aside to let him enter. I couldn’t help but notice his eyes widen slightly as he took in my appearance. I was a big woman, standing at five feet ten inches, with a curvaceous figure that filled out my tight-fitting dress. My blonde hair fell in soft waves around my shoulders, and my green eyes sparkled with amusement at his reaction.

“I’m Carol,” I introduced myself, extending my hand. His fingers were long and slender as they wrapped around mine, and I felt a jolt of electricity at the touch. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed, and he quickly released my hand, looking around the apartment. “Wow, this place is amazing. Mom said you had a great eye for design.”

I laughed, feeling flattered. “Your mom is too kind. Come, let me show you your room.”

As I led him through the apartment, I couldn’t help but notice Ethan’s gaze lingering on my body. He was tall, probably around six feet, and his lanky frame moved with an awkward grace. I felt a tingle of excitement as I realized he found me attractive. Most men my age were more interested in younger, slimmer women, but Ethan’s appreciation for my fuller figure was evident.

“Here we are,” I said, opening the door to the guest room. “I hope this will be comfortable for you.”

The room was cozy, with a queen-sized bed and a small sitting area. Ethan stepped inside, his eyes scanning the space. “This is perfect. Thanks so much for having me.”

“It’s my pleasure,” I replied, feeling a little breathless. “I’ll let you settle in. Dinner will be ready in a couple of hours. Just make yourself at home.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes still fixed on me. “Okay, I’ll see you later then.”

I left him to unpack, my heart racing. I hadn’t felt this giddy in years. There was something about Ethan’s youthful energy and his obvious attraction to me that stirred something deep within. I couldn’t deny the flutter of desire in my stomach, but I tried to push it aside. He was just a boy, and I was old enough to be his mother.

As I prepared dinner, I found myself stealing glances at the hallway, anticipating Ethan’s appearance. I wanted to make a good impression, so I had spent extra time on my appearance, letting my hair fall loose around my shoulders and applying a touch of makeup to enhance my natural features. I chose a form-fitting dress that accentuated my ample curves, knowing full well the effect it would have on the young man.

When Ethan finally emerged, my breath caught in my throat. He had changed into a simple t-shirt and jeans, but the clothes did nothing to hide his lean, muscular physique. His dark eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and excitement as he took in my appearance.

“Wow, you look…” He trailed off, his gaze roaming over my body.

“Hungry?” I finished for him, my voice laced with a playful tone. “Dinner’s almost ready. I hope you like pasta.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes never leaving my face. “I love pasta. And I love your dress, by the way. It suits you.”

I felt my cheeks warm at his compliment. “Thank you. I thought we could eat in the dining room tonight. It’s a bit more formal, but I wanted to make this special.”

As we sat down to dinner, the conversation flowed easily. Ethan told me about his high school experiences, his love for music, and his aspirations for college. I was impressed by his intelligence and his passion for learning. He had a shy, boyish charm that captivated me, and I found myself laughing at his witty remarks.

“So, what do you think of the city so far?” I asked, pouring us both a glass of wine.

Ethan took a sip, his eyes sparkling. “It’s amazing. So much to see and do. I can’t wait to explore more.”

“Well, I’d be happy to show you around,” I offered, feeling a little daring. “I know all the best spots.”

His eyes lit up. “That would be awesome. I’d love to see the city through your eyes.”

As the evening progressed, the wine flowed freely, and our conversation became more intimate. We talked about love, life, and our dreams for the future. Ethan’s shyness seemed to melt away, and he leaned forward, his elbows on the table, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that made my heart race.

“You’re so beautiful, Carol,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

I felt my face flush, and my pulse quickened. “Oh, Ethan, you’re too kind. You’re a handsome young man yourself.”

His eyes darkened, and he reached across the table, taking my hand in his. “I’ve been wanting to do this all night.”

I felt a jolt of desire as his warm hand enclosed mine. “Do what?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

“This,” he said, pulling me up from my chair and into his arms.

I found myself pressed against his lean body, my breasts crushed against his chest. His lips found mine, and he kissed me with a hunger that took my breath away. His tongue danced with mine, exploring my mouth with a raw, uninhibited passion. I moaned into his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling the hard muscles beneath his t-shirt.

“Ethan, wait,” I managed to say between kisses. “We should…”

“Shh,” he whispered, his lips trailing down my neck, sending shivers through my body. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you. You’re so beautiful, so sexy.”

His hands roamed over my curves, cupping my breasts through the fabric of my dress. I arched into his touch, my inhibitions melting away. I wanted this young man, and I wanted him now.

“Bedroom,” I gasped, pulling him towards the hallway.

Ethan followed, his hands never leaving my body. We stumbled into my bedroom, our lips never parting. I pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him, my dress riding up my thighs, exposing my lace-covered pussy.

Ethan’s eyes widened at the sight, his hands moving to my hips, pulling me closer. “You’re incredible,” he breathed, his fingers tracing the lace, teasing my sensitive skin.

I ground my hips against his, feeling his hardness through his jeans. “Take them off,” I demanded, my voice thick with desire.

He wasted no time, unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down his lean legs. His cock sprang free, thick and erect, the head glistening with pre-cum. I reached down, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.

“Oh God, Carol,” he groaned, his hips bucking into my touch. “You feel so good.”

I leaned down, taking the tip of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. Ethan’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding me as I took more of him, deep-throating his length.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hips thrusting gently, fucking my mouth. “Suck me, Carol.”

I obliged, my lips sliding up and down his shaft, my hand working in unison. I loved the feel of his thick cock in my mouth, the taste of his pre-cum coating my tongue. I wanted to make him lose control, to feel his young body tremble with pleasure.

Ethan’s breathing became ragged, his hands gripping my head as he held me in place. “I’m close,” he warned, his voice strained.

I increased my pace, sucking and stroking him with fervor. I wanted to taste his cum, to feel it explode on my tongue.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he cried out, his hips bucking wildly.

I held on, my mouth working feverishly as he came, his hot, salty cum shooting onto my tongue. I swallowed, relishing the taste of him, milking his cock with my hand until he was spent.

Ethan collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. I crawled up his body, straddling his waist, my dress still hiked up.

“That was incredible,” he breathed, his hands moving to my breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss. “It’s just the beginning, my sweet boy.”

With that, I stood, letting my dress fall to the floor, revealing my naked body. Ethan’s eyes widened at the sight of my heavy breasts, my soft curves, and the dark patch of hair between my thighs.

“You’re stunning,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

I smiled, feeling empowered by his admiration. “And you’re all mine tonight, Ethan. Let me show you what a real woman can do.”

I climbed onto the bed, positioning myself above his face, my wet pussy inches from his mouth. “Eat me, Ethan,” I commanded, my voice throaty with need.

He needed no further encouragement. He dove between my thighs, his tongue finding my clit, flicking and licking with a skill that belied his age. I moaned, my head thrown back, my fingers gripping the sheets as he devoured me.

“Yes, right there,” I gasped, my hips undulating, grinding my pussy against his face. “Lick me, baby.”

Ethan’s tongue worked its magic, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I could feel my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core. I wanted to make it last, to savor every moment of this forbidden encounter.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Don’t stop, Ethan.”

He didn’t, his tongue relentless, his fingers now joining the dance, slipping inside my wetness, finding my sweet spot. I cried out, my body convulsing as the orgasm ripped through me. I rode the waves of pleasure, my juices flowing freely, coating his face and hands.

Ethan looked up at me, his eyes glistening with satisfaction. “You’re amazing, Carol. I want to make you feel even better.”

I smiled down at him, my body still trembling. “I think I might have something to help with that.”

I reached into my bedside drawer, pulling out a small bottle of lube and a condom. Ethan’s eyes widened in anticipation.

“I want you inside me, Ethan,” I said, tearing open the condom packet. “But first, I want to make sure you’re ready.”

I squeezed a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, then reached down, taking his hard cock in my hand. I stroked him slowly, coating his length with the slippery substance.

“Oh fuck, that feels good,” he groaned, his hips rising to meet my touch.

I leaned down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss as my lubed fingers found his tight hole. I teased the entrance, circling and probing gently.

“Relax, baby,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let me prepare you.”

Ethan nodded, his eyes closed, his body surrendering to my touch. I slowly pushed one finger inside, feeling his tightness grip me. He moaned into my mouth, his body tensing and then relaxing as I worked my finger in and out.

“More,” he begged, his voice hoarse.

I added a second finger, stretching him gently, scissoring my fingers to open him up. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased, my free hand reaching down to stroke his cock.

“Yes, please,” he panted, his hips thrusting into my hand.

I added a third finger, stretching him wider, feeling his body accept my intrusion. “You’re so tight, Ethan. I want to feel you around my cock.”

“Please, Carol,” he begged, his eyes pleading. “Fuck me, now.”

I smiled, my body throbbing with need. I positioned myself above him, my pussy hovering over his cock. I guided his length to my entrance, feeling the head nudge my wetness.

“Take me, Ethan,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

He thrust his hips upward, impaling me on his length. I gasped as he filled me, his thick cock stretching me, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh God, you feel amazing,” I moaned, my hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm.

Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, guiding my movements as I rode him, our bodies moving as one. I leaned down, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, our tongues dancing as our bodies connected in the most intimate way.

“Fuck, Carol, you’re incredible,” he groaned, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

I smiled, my heart pounding with pleasure. “You’re incredible too, baby. I want to make you feel good.”

I increased my pace, riding him harder, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. Ethan’s hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and kneading the heavy flesh, his thumbs teasing my sensitive nipples.

“Yes, just like that,” I panted, my body on the edge of release. “Make me cum, Ethan.”

He obliged, his fingers pinching my nipples, his hips thrusting up to meet my downward strokes. I felt my orgasm building, a coiling tension in my core.

“Oh God, I’m close,” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “Fuck me, baby.”

Ethan’s hips bucked wildly, his cock driving deep within me. I felt his length twitch and throb as he filled the condom with his hot cum. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm washed over me.

We collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, our hearts racing. I lay on top of Ethan, our bodies still joined, his cock softening inside me.

“That was…” Ethan began, his voice trailing off.

“Incredible,” I finished for him, my lips finding his in a tender kiss. “I never expected this, Ethan. You’re an amazing lover.”

He smiled, his eyes sparkling. “You’re the amazing one, Carol. I’ve never felt so alive.”

I traced his jawline with my finger, my heart filled with a mix of emotions. “I’m glad I could show you something new, baby. But we should probably get some rest. It’s been an eventful night.”

Ethan nodded, his arms tightening around me. “I don’t want to let you go, Carol. Can we… do this again?”

I smiled, my heart melting. “Of course, my sweet boy. We have a few more days together. I plan to make the most of every moment.”

As I drifted off to sleep in Ethan’s arms, I knew that this visit would be one we’d both remember for a lifetime. The age gap between us seemed to melt away as we discovered a deep, passionate connection. I couldn’t wait to explore more of the city with Ethan, both its sights and the hidden depths of our desires.

Erotic Click: A Journey of Sensual Discovery

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I never imagined that a simple click of a button would lead me down a path of such intense pleasure and erotic discovery. It all started on a lazy Sunday afternoon when I was feeling a little bored and curious. I had been browsing the internet, looking for something to spark my interest, and that’s when I stumbled upon a website dedicated to erotic stories and audio recordings. As a 42-year-old woman with a healthy sexual appetite, I was intrigued.

The website was a treasure trove of naughty tales and steamy encounters, each more enticing than the last. I scrolled through the various categories, my heart racing with anticipation. That’s when I found the ‘Audio Stories’ section, where people would record themselves reading erotic narratives. I clicked on a random recording, eager to hear what it was all about.

A deep, velvety voice filled my ears, sending shivers down my spine. “Hello, my name is James, and I’m here to take you on a journey of sensual pleasure…” The narrator introduced himself, and I was instantly captivated. His voice was like rich, dark chocolate, smooth and seductive. I could almost feel his words caressing my skin, igniting a fire deep within me.

The story he was narrating was about a woman who discovers her hidden desires and embarks on a journey of self-exploration. As he described the woman’s awakening, I felt my own body responding. My nipples hardened beneath my thin tank top, and a warm tingle spread between my thighs. I bit my lip, realizing I was getting turned on by a stranger’s voice.

“Brooke,” I whispered to myself, using my real name. “You’re getting worked up over a voice on the internet.” But I couldn’t deny the arousal coursing through my veins. I wanted to hear more, to know what happened next in the story, and to hear that voice again.

I quickly searched for more recordings by the same narrator, eager to indulge in another session of auditory pleasure. I found a few more stories narrated by him, each one more tantalizing than the last. His voice seemed to have a hypnotic effect on me, drawing me deeper into the erotic world he created with his words.

As I listened, my hand unconsciously drifted to my breast, gently caressing the sensitive peak through the fabric of my shirt. I closed my eyes, imagining the narrator’s hands on my body, his deep voice whispering dirty nothings in my ear. I pictured myself as the protagonist in one of his stories, a woman exploring her sexuality and embracing her desires.

One particular story caught my attention, a tale of a woman who engages in a steamy phone call with a mysterious stranger. The narrator’s voice grew huskier as he described the woman’s growing excitement, her fingers tracing her own body as she listened to her caller’s commands. I found myself mirroring the actions of the fictional character, my hand sliding down my stomach, reaching for the waistband of my cotton panties.

“Oh, fuck,” I whispered, my breath coming in short gasps as I imagined the narrator’s voice on the other end of the line, guiding me through my own exploration. My fingers slipped beneath the elastic, finding my wetness, and I moaned softly at the sensation. I was getting so turned on, and I hadn’t even touched my clit yet.

I listened to the narrator’s words, his voice urging the woman to touch herself, to explore her body, and I did the same. My middle finger circled my clit, teasing it gently at first, then with increasing pressure as my arousal intensified. I imagined him telling me how to stroke myself, his voice commanding yet filled with desire.

“That’s it, Brooke. Let your fingers dance on your sweet pussy. Imagine my voice whispering in your ear, telling you how beautiful you are, how much I want to taste your juices.” I moaned aloud, my imagination bringing the fantasy to life. I could almost feel his breath on my neck, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke those words.

My finger moved faster, my hips thrusting against my hand as I sought release. The narrator’s voice grew more intense, describing the woman’s orgasm in vivid detail. “Let it go, let it all out. I want to hear you cum, feel your pussy clench around my fingers as you ride the waves of pleasure.”

His words were like a trigger, and my body responded, convulsing with the force of my orgasm. I cried out, my juices flowing freely as I came hard, my fingers still working my clit, milking every last drop of pleasure. I was breathless, my body trembling, and my mind reeling from the intensity of the experience.

As I lay there, panting, I realized I wanted more. I wanted to hear that voice again, to engage in a real conversation, to see if the connection I felt was more than just a figment of my imagination. I scrolled through the website, searching for a way to contact the narrator. And there it was, a small link at the bottom of the page, ‘Contact the Narrator’.

Without hesitation, I clicked the link, and a messaging window popped up. My heart was pounding as I typed, “Hi, I’m Brooke. I’ve been listening to your recordings, and I find your voice incredibly sexy. I’d love to talk to you.” I hit send, my fingers trembling, unsure of what to expect.

To my surprise, a reply came almost instantly. “Brooke, what a beautiful name. I’m flattered by your message. I’m James, the narrator you’ve been listening to. I must admit, I’m intrigued. Tell me more about yourself.”

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. “I’m a 42-year-old woman, blonde, with a body that craves attention. I love exploring my sexuality, and your voice has ignited a fire in me I didn’t know I had.” I held nothing back, letting my words flow freely.

James responded, his words sending a thrill through me. “Brooke, you sound like a woman who knows what she wants. I’d love to hear more. How about we take this conversation to the phone? I’d love to hear your voice, and maybe we can explore our desires together.”

My heart raced at the suggestion. Phone sex was something I had never done before, but the idea of hearing James’ voice in real-time, of having a mutual masturbation session, was incredibly arousing. “Yes, I’d love that. Give me your number, and I’ll call you right now.”

He sent me his phone number, and I quickly dialed, my hand already reaching for my breast as I waited for him to answer.

“Hello, Brooke,” James’ voice purred into my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. “I’ve been waiting for this moment. I want to hear your voice, to know that you’re as real as the pleasure I feel when I imagine you.”

I moaned softly, my fingers pinching my nipple through my bra. “I’m real, James. And I want you to know, I’m already wet, thinking about what we’re about to do.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear. Now, Brooke, I want you to touch yourself for me. Tell me what you’re doing, and I’ll do the same.” His voice was commanding yet filled with desire, and I was more than willing to obey.

I slid my hand down my body, my fingers slipping easily into my wetness. “I’m touching my pussy, James. It’s so wet, imagining your fingers joining mine, stroking my clit.”

“Fuck, Brooke, that’s hot. I’m hard as a rock, thinking about your fingers playing with your sweet hole. I’m stroking my cock, imagining it’s your hand on my shaft.” His words were like fuel to my fire, and I began to rub my clit in earnest.

“I’m rubbing my clit, James. It’s so sensitive, and I’m close. I want to cum for you, to hear your voice as I come.” I was panting now, my body on the edge of release.

“That’s it, Brooke. Let it go. I want to hear you cum, to know that I’ve brought you pleasure. I’m stroking my cock, thinking about your pussy, about how it would feel to be inside you.” His voice was thick with desire, and I could picture him, his hand pumping his hard cock as he listened to me.

I cried out, my body convulsing as I came, my juices flowing freely. “Oh, James, I’m cumming! I can’t hold back!”

“Fuck, yes, Brooke! I’m cumming too! Hearing you cum has pushed me over the edge. I’m shooting my load, imagining it’s inside your tight pussy.” His voice was raw, filled with the same pleasure I was feeling.

We both panted, catching our breath after the intense orgasm. I felt a connection to James, a bond forged through our shared pleasure.

“That was incredible, Brooke. I’ve never had phone sex like that before. I want to do it again, to explore more with you.” James’ voice was filled with satisfaction and desire.

“Me too, James. I want to hear your voice again, to feel the pleasure we can give each other. How about we make this a regular thing?” I suggested, already craving more.

“I’d love that, Brooke. I’ll be waiting for your call, eager to hear your sexy voice and bring us both to orgasm again and again.”

With that, we ended the call, but I knew it was just the beginning. I had found a new form of pleasure, and I couldn’t wait to explore the depths of phone sex with James, the man with the sexy voice who had ignited a fire in me.