“Good,” she acknowledged distractedly. Then, “You’re so big,” she added, in a mindless lustful daze.
“Suck it, Jasmine,” I ordered. “Suck my big, fat cock.”
“Okay,” she agreed, and she opened her mouth wide, and took it between her lips.
“There you go,” I moaned, “just like the submissive sluts in your stories.”
For a minute, perhaps two, she slowly sucked on my cock… swirling her tongue around my cock head before slowly taking more and more of it into her mouth… getting used to my girth.
As she began bobbing a little faster, and since I wanted to really enjoy this experience, and time wasn’t of the essence like it had been this morning with Mrs. Grady and Mrs. Baker, I ordered, “Suck on my balls, slut.”
“Yes sir,” she said, addressing me very obediently, the submissive characters she created apparently based largely on her own personal inclinations, as she slithered her tongue down my shaft and arrived at my fully loaded balls.
As she sucked one into her mouth, I asked, “So are your fictional teachers tending to be strong-willed in public but submissives at home an authentic character trait?”
“From my experience it is,” she answered, as she suckled around, searching for my more elusive second ball.
“Have you ever been fucked by an eighteen-year-old?” I asked, just as she found that second ball.
She sucked on it for a few seconds, really bathing it with her mouth, before she answered, “No, not even back when I was eighteen.”
“Well, today is a day to swap out some answers, and to check some items off your… I believe you call it a ‘fuck-it list’?”
“That’s right. But I can’t believe you just walked down here with your dick sticking out,” she said, still bathing my nuts.
“I figured it would expedite the seduction,” I said. “Plus, once I realized you were the same woman I followed on Twitter, and that I’d read lots of your stories except for the gay ones, I abandoned the more roundabout seduction I was planning on using.”
“You know that the gay stories are some of my hottest ones?”
“I’m sure they’re very well written, but the idea just doesn’t do anything for me.”
“Trust me, just like the women who probably bend over backwards for a chance at your outstanding dick, lots of men, whether they’re gay or straight, would do just about anything to suck it or to get fucked by it,” she said.
“Really?” I said, never having put any thought into that possibility.
“From many years of corresponding with my readers and fans,” she said, still playing with my balls, “I’ve learned there’s a crazy high number of men, especially older men in their mid-life crisis years, who develop a sudden curiosity about sucking dick, and even about being fucked.”
“That sounds crazy,” I said, having never read any of her gay stories, and I’d even skipped the parts in her essays that discussed her writing about gay characters… although I had read her one shemale illustrated story that starred her, that was crazy long and surprisingly hot. (“A shemale submission”: a lust story)
“I too was surprised at first,” she said. “But after writing a few gay stories, doing a lot of research, and having discussions with many men who either fantasize about joining this particular lifestyle or have actually done it, I’ve learned it’s a lot more common than anyone would think.”
“I never even thought about it,” I admitted.
“And even totally straight guys will often become susceptible to becoming cock suckers or bottoms for big cocks, although their fixation is often on big black cocks,” Jasmine continued, as she began wending her way back up my shaft.
“I know that you fantasize about fucking and sucking big black cocks,” I said, having read many of her black and blacking fantasies.
“Yeah,” she nodded, licking the top of my dick, “the more taboo something is, the more it turns me on, but….”
She paused as she smoothly deep throated my entire cock, and held it tickling her tonsils, if she had tonsils that is (I didn’t ask), for a good seven seconds before backing completely away… briefly leaving a parabolic strand of her saliva connecting her lips to my cock. Wow, what a hot gal!
“But what?” I asked.
“But truth be told, I just want a man who knows what he wants, who knows how to fuck, and is sporting a big cock,” she finished, before taking my cock back into her mouth, and beginning to bob like a world class blow job queen.
“Fuck,” I groaned, as her mouth was full of saliva and excessive wetness, while her lips were wrapped snugly around my cock, moving back and forth with suction cup prowess.
She moaned on my cock, actually more like a hum, which made my cock vibrate, and enhanced the amazing blow job she was giving me.
“Shit, you should write an essay on how to give a blow job,” I suggested.
“I did compose eighteen sissy captions about how to give blow jobs,” she said, removing my cock from her mouth.
“Well, that’s something,” I laughed, as I looked at the washing machine shaking a little, and came up with an idea. I pulled her to her feet and pulled her dress over her head.
“I can’t believe I’m allowing you to do this,” she said, trembling slightly, as she was now wearing only a bra, panties and, as I’d long imagined this author wearing before learning I actually knew her, her ubiquitous thigh high stockings.
I smiled, checking out at her nylons, “Well, you certainly practice what you preach.”
“I always wear nylons,” she said.
“And I require all my sluts to wear them,” I said, “likely a kink I picked up from reading your stories, and from always seeing my Mom wearing them.”
“I’m happy to have had such a positive influence,” she said, her perky tits looking so inviting in her blue lace bra with her matching panties… which I thought was hot for a couple of reasons: first, they were sexy as fuck; second, even on a Sunday at home, she was wearing those sexy stockings, thus proving what she wrote online wasn’t fiction when she was talking about herself.
“Let’s get you naked,” she said before removing my shirt and socks, which were the last of my clothing.
“Done. Now let’s see those tits,” I said, admiring her body, which was admirably fit for a sexy woman in her mid-forties.
“These ones?” she asked, cupping them through the lace bra.
“Yes, those lovely firm tits,” I agreed.
She reached her hands behind her back, unclasped the bra, and released it to waft gently down to the floor.
“Nice,” I said, as I reached out to cup both breasts, which were impressively firm for her age… and although they weren’t large, they weren’t small either… in many ways, the perfect size.
“You like?” she asked.
“So perky,” I said, bending down to suck on her nipples.
“Mmmmmmmm,” she moaned, as her left nipple went into my mouth.
For a couple minutes I just loved on her tits… going back and forth between her hard nipples… enjoying her soft moans… enjoying the intimacy we were sharing.
I then moved my hands to her panties and slid them down her legs… happy to see her pussy was shaved, and was glistening with wetness. “I see you’re already wet.”
“I often am,” she said, as she lifted her feet one at a time, to allow me to remove her panties fully.
“And I’m always hard,” I said.
“So I see,” she smiled, as I placed my hands on her legs, assuming they’d be adorned with the highest quality sheer silk… and they were.
“Shit, these are just as soft as I’ve always imagined, from all the descriptions in your stories,” I said.
“I only wear the best,” she said.
“As one would expect,” I said, my hands roaming up and down her sheer stocking-clad legs… making my cock throb with anticipation.