“A kajira must study her partner.” The teacher said in an even and slow tone to ensure her young students heard the point of today’s lesson. “You must be first observant. Look at your partner.” She strode to her teaching partner with the sensual feline moves befitting a teacher of the sexual arts. Her partner was a better-than-typical specimen of the kajiru, the male descendant of sex slaves. He was tall, handsome, and tone. The teacher placed her hand on his muscled chest and look back at her class of girls. “Notice the muscles, not just for their appeal but for what they tell you. Is he tensed or relaxed? Is he flexing?” She moves his fingers over his cheek. “Is his jaw clenched? Every male is a little different but often a clenched jaw will let you know when the beast may be drawing near the surface and he needs release.” Her fingers following the furrows of his sculpted body down to his crotch, letting her finger tips lightly play in curls his pubic hair. This caused his cock to immediately rise. “Then there are the lower regions.” Her finger trailed along the length of his now erect penis. “Is he hard, soft? Are his legs or hip muscles flexing?” She now made eye contact with her students whose attention flicked back and forth between their teacher and her subject’s deliciously hard cock. “Learn your partner well girls, whether long term or for a night. Learn his tells. Then you will know how best to please him and receive his satisfying reward.” With that she gracefully moved to her knees as if swinging from his cock and in one deft move engulfed him in her mouth. Everyone let out a moan in relief, in ecstasy, and in need.
She awoke from her dreams of long ago. The words of her teacher still echoed in her mind. She took several quick short breaths, then looked to her partner at her side. He laid there still very much asleep though not for long. The sun was breaking over the valley and would soon rouse everyone. She looked over him and started to ponder over his tells, his signals to her. On the rare occasion when he wore a cover to bed it meant he was uninterested in coupling. Maybe he was sick. Maybe something of serious consequence disturbed him. Either way that physical barrier meant that he did not even want to be aroused. Sometimes he lay on his stomach, his cock pressed down on the fur mattress if he felt that sex wasn’t more important than rest either for himself or for her. Usually he lay on his side, open to her. She could reach out and touch his cock, feel its hardness. Perhaps it was soft with unconsciousness and needed coaxing. Usually it remained semi-hard and waiting to be quickened. Sometimes he was hard and ready to go, wanting her hands to grasp and milk him. Other times he would lie on his back, his member on full display for her enjoyment and use. He wanted her mouth or maybe to be rode. Either way it meant that he was wanting for her. Then there were the times when he lay beside her twitching. It was a subtle movement, but she could see his hips and leg muscles tensing driving his cock forward in short jabs. This was when she knew that his beast was nearing the surface. He was in severe need. She would have to fully drain him, let him completely spend himself on her. If not, he could lose control to the animal inside all of them and become forceful. If she didn’t handle him properly, he would.
This morning he was hard. She reached out and touched him. His body tensed at her finger tips and his hips bucked forward pressing his cock into her hand. Her fingers instinctively wrapped around its girth. His warmth was radiating from it. He moaned and thrust again in her hand. She squeezed and pumped his thick cock. She felt the veins pumping his hot blood through him.
She leaned forward and spoke into her lover’s ear. “You’re going to cum for me.” She pushed him further. “You’re going to cum all over my face.” She licked his lobe. Her nails lightly raked over his scrotum. “I want your hot cum.” The words burned through him to his heart. She could feel his pulse quicken. She continued to pump him as she moved down his body. His dark curly hair tickled her nose as she pressed her face into his groin. He heard her inhale deeply taking in his deep musk. She licked at his cock head while she pumped. Her saliva ran down his member slicking her handjob. Finally, she lifted his cock up and with the focus of a viper her mouth lunged forward to take the base of his cock. Her tongue pressed hard where penis met scrotum. She ran the tip of her tongue over his canal that she knew would soon carry his cum to her. Her lips smacked and sucked at his cock base. She moved her mouth back and forth drooling her slippery mouth juices over his balls and cock. She pumped his cock hard as she pressed her tongue into his shaft. He tensed, and she felt the hot seed travel up his shaft, felt the pressure expand his cock as it moved toward the head. She quickly tilted her face up to take his hot sticky cum over her face. Her hand pressed his head against her face as she rubbed it over her skin. His hand reached down and held her against him as he ground his cock into her. He was marking her with his scent, with his cum. He laid claim to her as his for another day, as he had now for over five years. She took him into her mouth and drank the last few drops before licking him clean. She knew well how to read her partner.
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