How I got addicted to sucking older men’s cocks. [m]49 [f]19

I attended an all girls, Church of England High school. Because it was affiliated with the church, we would have visiting COfE priests come in to give lectures and lead assemblies. When I was 19 I returned to the school as a member of staff working in the school office and became close to one of the priests who would work there- Tim.

I absolutely *love* older men, especially if they occupy teaching, education or mentoring roles in authority- the idea of leading them astray and tempting them makes me wet; Tim was my first.
We started talking as friends when I saw him at school. He was at that time single and 30 years older than me, although he looked much younger. After a while we had a fun, casual friendship. He found my flirtation around him flattering, and he knew I fancied him. I would talk to him about his sex life (he had been married) and ask him naughty questions about his sexual history- he had a lot to learn and even at my much younger age; there was so much I wanted to teach him.

We went to a school event together and he offered to take me home afterwards. My house was empty, it was dark early. On the way home in his car the sexual tension between us was hanging so thick in the air we couldn’t hold a casual conversation. My pussy was literally dripping wet and aching by the time we got home. I knew I had to get him inside, in every sense of the word.

When he agreed to come in I immediately opened a bottle of wine; we barely got to the bottom of two small glasses before the conversation turned naughty and amorous. The more we talked the more I realised how highly sexed he was, I was breathless and couldn’t contain myself. I decided to make a move on him as I wouldn’t get another chance like this again to satisfy such a long standing fantasy.
I told him I wasn’t very good at kissing and I asked him if he could teach me (as he once boasted it was one of his strengths). I think he was having a hard time sitting so close to my nylon covered crossed legs and tight black dress that had ridden high up my thighs as I had become more and more comfortable on the sofa.
“A quick one then” he laughed.
My breath caught in my throat.
We shuffled closer to each other and he pressed his lips to mine; I pressed my body close to his; he sunk his tongue into my mouth and swirled it around mine. I ran my fingers through his thick hair, and gently squeezed them into fists, clinging onto him and pulling him on top of me as we lay back together on the sofa.
I wondered if this would be his stopping point- but it wasn’t; he swept his palm up against my thigh. My pussy clenched as he pushed his hand up under my dress, his finger tips prodded the crotch of my tights- he broke away briefly to tell me the heat coming off me was intense. I told him I wanted him.
Giving oral to a man was not something that I had been so eager to do with any other guy; until now. I wanted to suck his cock; and not just suck, I wanted to worship every inch of him. I broke away and went to work on his belt and fly. This was another moment I wondered if he would stop us but he still allowed me to please him. The fact that even the strength of his resolve and professionalism wasnt strong enough to resist a young woman who was desperate to feel him inside her.

He sat up and relaxed against the back of the sofa, I pulled out his dick and briefly examined it in the dim light of the living room. I was blown away by how thick and hard it had become so quickly, I had never seen anything like it. A bead of pre cum glistened on top of his shining head- I wasn’t a bit scared to put it in my mouth. I I gripped his pulsing shaft lightly, and tossed my hair back. I felt him quiver as I lowered my open mouth to him; as I pressed my tongue against the smooth heat of his dick, I knew I wouldn’t be working him for long.
His pre cum tasted salty and had a thick texture as it coated my tongue. I couldn’t believe I was living my sexual dream and handling Tim’s cock. I clasped my lips around his shaft and savoured every inch dancing inside my mouth as I lowered him deeper. He was breathing heavily and I was extremely turned on by this, but all I wanted was his cum inside me in every possible way.
I took my hand away from his dick and just worked my head; gliding my tightly clasped wet lips up and down Tim’s rapidly hardening shaft. I couldn’t believe how much I loved sucking cock in that moment, I was driven wild by the fact that He was weak underneath me and I owned him.
I suddenly struggled to get a good enough grip and had to grab his cock with my free hand again. I didn’t know at the time that he was close to cumming and he was begging me not to stop under his laboured breath, which only mad me hornier and more eager for him to explode in my mouth. He was grabbing my ass under my breath and clenching it hard.
I suddenly felt him jerking deep in my mouth, and warm fluid filling my throat and coating my tongue, I didn’t know when I should stop so I kept on sucking, his cum running out of my mouth and down onto my lap. I realised it was time to stop when he felt flacid, I withdrew and swallowed. I went to sleep that night with the taste and smell of him all over my face, and clear stains from his seed all over my tights.

That was my first taste of cum and it certainly was not my last

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