Slut School – Her 1st Client [MF]

The knock on the door startled her. It wasn’t that she didn’t expect the knock, they had made the appointment together, but rather that she had lost herself in thought again.

The knock came again and she felt the flutter of the butterflies in her stomach. It was her final term in school and there was no concern over graduating, that was practically a foregone conclusion. Yet her teacher had recommended to the class that they practice their services on friends and acquaintances. The idea being that at this point, hands-on practice was the best way to learn. And that was what she had done, bringing it up in conversations whenever she felt it appropriate. She brought it up in front of him, in the groups they were a part of, hoping, but not expecting, that he would take her up on it. She was pleasantly surprised when he had suggested a time, and with a little back and forth, they had ended up here, at this time, with him standing outside her apartment door. Knocking. For the second time.

“Coming” she said and stood up from the couch. She was dressed comfortably, clothes loose but not baggy, in long pants and a short-sleeved shirt. She needed to be able to move, twist and bend, but not have her clothes get in the way. She adjusted her bra, there being only so much she could to cover her ample breasts without preventing her from being able to move in the ways she needed to. She pulled on her hair to ensure her ponytail was holding her light brown hair in place.

She opened the door and found him standing there, looking slightly disheveled. Wearing sandals, long baggy shorts and a nondescript t-shirt. His short, cropped brown hair gave the appearance of having been washed recently, although it couldn’t be said for certain.

An awkward interaction followed.

“Hello.”
“Hi.”
“How’s it going?”
“Good.”

He had an athletic build, the years of playing soccer had been kind to him. His chest and arms, while mostly covered by his shirt, were well defined. And it didn’t take much for her mind to wander, to imagine what he would look like without his shirt on, to feel his chest under her hands. She suddenly realized she was staring at his chest. Her eyes moved up to his face and she saw him looking at her expectantly. She felt her nipples harden against her bra. She was having a hard time staying focused lately, and him being here wasn’t helping.

“Oh, yes” as she stepped sideways. “Please come in.”
He stepped forward into the apartment and she closed the door behind him.
“Thanks for helping me out” she said.
“Of course. I mean, it’s not like I’m not getting anything out of this” he replied.
She couldn’t help but smile at this. “You have no idea” she said to herself.

Of all the offers she had made to people, he was the one she most wanted to accept. They had been playing soccer together for a while now, and while their interactions had been mostly limited to drinking beers after games and meeting up at parties, she felt a connection to him and, she suspected, that he felt it too.

“Over here” she said, and led him to the massage table she had set up in the main living area.
“So this is where we’re…. Uhh… doing it?”
She gave him a coy smile in return.
“Yep, just strip out of your clothes and get under the sheet. You can start on your stomach.”
He slipped off his sandals and looked up at her as he began awkwardly pulling off his shirt.
“I’ll just grab a glass of water from the kitchen while you finish”, reluctantly tearing herself away from the stripshow in her living room. As she busied herself filling a glass of water she called out, “It’s important to stay hydrated after a massage, this will help.”

She finished filling her glass and turned into the living room, just in time to find him stepping out of his shorts. She gasped and he picked his head up to find her standing in the doorway . His face reddened.

“Ssoss.. Sorry,” he stammered, “My shorts were knotted.”
“Oh no, my fault,” and she spun around to face away from him. She had been thinking about him for most of the morning and had been dying to get a glimpse of his cock. And now that she had see it, a tingle ran through her, settling in her loins.

“And,” she laughed, “I have brothers, so it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”
He chuckled in response, “I’ll bet you have!”
Another tingle ran through her, and she felt her nipples harden again.
“Ok, you can turn around now.”
She turned around to find him face down, with the sheet covering the lower half of his body.
“Looks good,” she said, “Let’s get started.”
She began as she had been taught, starting with large, broad strokes across the back to cover the area with oil and help get an overall sense of the body. Was it tense? Just specific areas? How did it respond to touch? She could hear her teacher’s voice in her head, “Remember, with people, fast is slow and slow is fast. I know you’ll be eager to get in deep, but if you move too quickly the body will resist you. You must slowly relax the body, before you can get what you want from it.”
He let out a deep sigh.
“That feeling better?” she asked.
“MmmmHmmm,” came his relaxing response.

She could feel his muscles underneath her, some were quickly softening under her touch, releasing their tension. Others were reluctant to give up. She focused her efforts in one area and he shifted slightly.
“You’re tight as a drum right here. You haven’t been stretching, have you?”
“Unngh…,” he replied, “Not so much.”
“I told you, you have to balance exercise with stretching. The body requires both stress and recovery to grow. Have you also been skipping mental relaxation too?”
He grunted in response, an admittance of guilt.
“I told you, you have to have a release from stress, otherwise you’ll overwork yourself. If we have time, maybe I can help with that too.”
She moved down to his legs and began working on them, eliciting both grunts of pain and sighs of pleasure as she worked out the tight areas. She loved feeling his body, love how it responded to her touch. She was in a rhythm now, pushing, rubbing, squeezing and feeling him respond, his body responding to her. Their breathing reflexive, punctuated by occasional sighs and moans, their bodies connected to their shared meter.

Before she knew it, she had run the gamut, from feet to shoulders. She could tell they were both enjoying it and she was eager to move on, to the really enjoyable part.
“Ok, how are you feeling”?
“Mmmm, that was great, I feel so good right now.”
“That’s good, go ahead and roll over onto your back.”
She felt him hesitate and had a pretty good idea why. If he was half as turned on as she was right now, he’d have a rock-hard erection. She was betting as much and badly wanted to know.
“Umm… how do I do that?” He was stalling.
“I just lift up the sheet like this and you roll over, easy peasy.”
“…Ok…”

He slowly swung his body around until he was lying on his back, eyes squeezed shut. As the sheet floated down onto his body, it began to trace his outline. Chest, arms, abs, drawing down until it reached his obviously hard cock. She was pleasantly surprised at it’s size, long, but not overly so, and with a well-defined head. She gasped in mock disbelief. His face reddened.
“Sssos… Sorry,” he stammered for the second time. “Everything just felt so good…”
“It’s ok,” she purred, “I take it as a compliment of my work.”
“I hope that you don’t think that I… That I think of you in that way.”
“Why? Would there be something wrong if you did?”
His eyes slowly opened and he saw her standing over him, one hand on his thigh and her eyes glued to his cock.

Suddenly it twitched.

“Oh!” She started. “Did you make it do that?” He watched her chest rise and fall. Was she… enjoying this? He certainly was. In fact when he showered this morning, it took all of his willpower not to stroke his cock into oblivion. Ever since they had made this appointment, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Wishing, hoping, fantasizing something like this would happen. He had tried to stay professional, not wanting to misread her, not daring to believe that their massage appointment could be something more. And yet, here he was, naked, in her apartment, with a raging erection, with her staring at his manhood, obscured only by the thinnest of sheets.
“It’s funny…,” the words haltingly spoken, “That we’d be here. Like this. With only a sheet between us.”
“Mmmm” she replied, her finger lazily drawing over his thigh, her eyes still glued to his throbbing cock.
“Well, I guess that’s not entirely true. You’ve got your clothes on. It’s just me with only the sheet between us.”
Suddenly she looked up at him, her gaze lusty and unfocused.
“You… you could… take them off?” he hesitated. “I mean. It’s only fair. And besides, you saw me earlier, I think that would make us even, y’know? You got to see me, so it seems like I should get to see you too.” The words stumbled out of his mouth, falling over each other and jumbled. He was trying to make a point. To make any point. To weave together his disjointed statements into a spell. A spell she would fall under and would convince her to comply with his wishes. His desires written plainly on his face, pleading, cajoling. He shifted his body slightly towards her, trying to will her body to brush against his.

She blinked her eyes and looked at his face. He was staring at her hand on his thigh, still idly rubbing, feeling the rising heat in his body. She smiled as she watched him strain his body towards her, his cock practically crying out to be stroked by her hand. She was still in control, but just barely. She had been waiting for this day, and the moment threatened to overcome her. To lose herself to her lust. It would be so easy to give in and that throbbing cock just inches from her hand wasn’t helping. However, she was enjoying making him work for it, it would make the release so much sweeter when in came.
“Well,” she said slowly, “I’m not sure that would be entirely appropriate, and besides, I only got a glimpse, it’s not like I got to stare at it.”
“That’s true,” he said, his confidence buoyed by his desire. “But how about just taking off a layer of clothing, that seems fair to me.”
She mulled it over in her mind, unsure if he could control himself.
“Fine.” She said finally. “That seems fair. But no touching.”

She had hoped she’d get a chance to show off what was under her clothes without them getting torn off immediately. She had spent a considerable amount of time looking for the perfect pair of bra and panties. They were a sheer white with lacy accents, that complimented her milky smooth skin. The bra was a low demi-cup that just barely covered her puffy, pink nipples. The panties were a lacy thong that gave the smallest glimpse of her pubic mound, while the back was enveloped by her full, round cheeks. It wasn’t like she wasn’t wearing anything, but it didn’t leave much to the imagination.

He sucked in his breath as she revealed her body to him.
“Oh… fuck…,” was all he could say, low and breathy.
“There, I think that makes us even. Now, remember, I said no touching, I’m not done yet.”

And with that she proceeded to start massaging. Starting at his feet she worked her way up his legs. He was moaning as her hands worked and she could feel herself getting wetter with each time he did. She worker her way up to his shoulders, occasionally brushing her breasts against his arm and enjoying seeing the joly of pleasure run through his body straight to his near-constantly hard cock. How he could manage to stay hard for this long, she didn’t know, but she could only imagine the load that was building up in his balls.
“Now,” she said gleefully, “this next part is a little unorthodox, but I don’t think you’re going to complain.”

And with that she crawled up onto his stomach, facing away from him. He could feel her thighs resting against his arms and he so badly wanted to reach up and grab her hips and pull her ass to his face and bury his tongue in between those cheeks, probing the hot wet holes. But he didn’t. She seemed serious about the no touching and he didn’t want to ruin his good fortune.
“The thighs can be hard to leverage on, so I’m just hopping up here to make it a little easier.”
“MmmHmm,” he replied, playing along with her excuses for sitting on top of him.

As she ran her hands down his thighs she leaned forward and her breasts brushed up against the sheet, right where his cock was, causing him to moan loudly.
“Ok, a little sensitive there, are we?”
Another moan.
“Well, let’s see what we’re dealing with under this sheet here.”
She pushed her hips back, bring her ass close to his face. He craned his neck forward, desperately trying to bury his tongue in between her cheeks. She twisted to look behind her and watched him struggle. She could wait to feel his tongue pressed up against her pussy, but first she had something she needed to take care of. She slid the sheet off, fully exposing his cock and balls. As she surmised from her glance earlier, he kept himself trimmed nice and short, his balls smooth. Her mouth watered and she didn’t go down immediately, but instead began tracing her finger up his inner thigh until it reached his balls. She cupped them, rolling them gently between her fingers. With her other hand, she took hold of his shaft, pointing it straight up. She began to stroke it slowly, keeping her hand from touching the head. She enjoyed feeling it twitch and pulse in her hand and loved hearing him moan and squirm under her. She leaned forward, bring her mouth right up to his cock. But instead of wrapping her lips around him, she flicked out her tongue, just brushing the tip.
“Unngh.”
His hips bucked, trying to fill her mouth. She flicked her tongue across him again. Same response. She did it again. And again. She loved driving him crazy. She was waiting for him to ask. Another lick. He was moaning non-stop now, a howl of lust, of desire.
“Unnng… Oh God… Please… Ooo… Fuck… JUST SUCK IT ALREADY!”
“Mmmm… music to my ears.”
And with that she took him into her mouth, feeling the head slide between her lips, her nose inhaling his musky scent.
“Oh fuck… So good,” he gasped between words, his hips thrusting in time to her bobbing head. She shifted backward and he went silent, his face now covered by her ass. She felt a jolt of pleasure as his tongue lapped all over her. It was a desperate, wild licking, his passion overwhelming him.
Suddenly there was a loud snap. Both parties stopped what they were doing immediately. Her with a mouthful of cock, him with a faceful of pussy. She shifted her hips slightly and let him slide out of her mouth. Another creak.
“Oh shit, the massage table.” She hopped off him and he quickly followed.
“I guess they’re not built to hold two people.”
“Certainly not while they’re fucking on it.”
She smiled.
“Well, what do we do now?”

He paused, thinking. A smile crept over his face and there was a gleam in his eyes. He grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. She gasped in surprise and felt his cock press into her ass as his hands found her breasts.
“Bend over the couch,” he growled into her ear.

She moaned and bent over, revealing her ass to him. He yanked her thong down and grabbed her ass cheeks hard, spreading them to reveal her wet pussy. She moaned again, her head swimming. She loved how he was telling her what to do. She felt his cock slide into her pussy, her hot little hole. He started slowly, his rhythmic thrusts slowly building passion. His cock was electric, every thrust sending a shock of pleasure to his brain. He loved feeling his hips push into her ass cheeks. He loved looking down and watching his cock disappear into her pussy, watch her flushed lips grip his cock. He tightened his hold and began to increase his pace. She felt his thrusts increase in intensity and she instinctively reached for her clit, her hard rubbing in time to his cock, sending additional pleasure to her over-stimulated brain. She was losing control now, her lust overtaking her.
“Oh yes. Fuck my little pussy. Fuck my tight little pussy hard and fast.”
His thrusting increased, his hips slamming into her, his balls slapping against her.
“Oh fuck. Is that what you want? Fuck, your pussy feels so good.”
“Yes,” she was close now, her hand rubbing furiously, his cock pounding into her.
“Yes. Full up my tight little pussy, I want you to cum hard. Cum deep in my pussy.”
And with that she went over the edge, her body spasming, crying out in throaty moans of pleasure. He followed quickly, her dirty mouth and spasming pussy were too much for him and he let out a roar as he pumped stream after stream of his seed into her.

They both collapsed onto the couch, breathless, he on top of her. Not speaking, not moving, just enjoying the post-orgasm satisfaction. He still couldn’t believe it was real. He expected to wake up at any moment, to a quiet, empty room and a frustrated erection. But not this time. This time his cock was inside her, being milked by her pussy. She loved the feeling of fullness she had right now, the fully of his body pressing down on her, pressing her hips into the couch. It was a good -no a great- orgasm. But orgasms were like Lay’s for her, she couldn’t have just one.

She felt him shift his hips and she responded by pushing her ass up into him.
“Mmmm, that was good, but I want to cum again.”
“Again? You are a dirty little slut, aren’t you?”
“I am. I’m also not the only one with a dirty mouth.”
“Well, let me show you what this mouth can do.”
And he removed his cock and replaced it with his tongue. He lapped at her pussy, tasting the musky intermingling of their juices.
She lifter her hips to give him better access to her slit and he pushed his face in further. His tongue worked up and down as her hand found her clit again. Knowing the next one would come quickly, she rubbed furiously.
“Oh God,” she cried and he felt her spasm again, but he didn’t stop licking.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled and she moaned in response. He started licking higher and higher, she felt him moving up to her… ass?
As if he felt her shock he said, “That’s right, let me show you how dirty this mouth really is.”
He began circling her tightest of holes while his finger slid into her pussy. She moaned and her hand, which hadn’t left her clit, started working again. His finger slipped out of her pussy and he began rubbing her juices on her tight asshole.
“You’re making me hard again, how ‘bout I get that tight little asshole ready for me?”
“Oh yes, please. Please fuck my asshole.”
Her asshole, wet from his tongue and slick from her juices, gave in easily to his finger. He took it nice and slow, giving her asshole time to adjust. First one, then two fingers.
“Oh God, it feels so good, I can’t wait for you to put your cock in me.”
He slipped his fingers out.
“Ok, I think you’re ready.”
He bent her over the couch again, feet on the floor, legs spread. She grabbed her ass cheeks and parted them, loving how exposed it made her feel.
“Take a good look, that tight little asshole is all yours.”
She felt the head of his cock press up against her asshole and she took a deep breath in. As she exhaled she felt the pressure increase… until her asshole opened and his cock pushed in.
“Oh God, it feels so big. Your cock feels so big in me.”
He paused, waiting for her to relax. When she did, he pushed in deeper.
“How do I feel? Do you like my ass?”
“Oh yeah, your asshole is so tight, it’s so fucking hot.”
He pushed in deeper, until she felt his hips touch hers. He was all the way in, in her ass up to the bone. Slowly he slid out, and then slid back in, feeling her ass allow him in. She moaned, a deep, husky moan. The way you moan when you’re consumed by lust and realize you’ve given up access to your holes and made a total slut of yourself.
His speed and stroke increased, her hand returned to her clit. Another orgasm was building, for both of them. He was pumping faster and faster, moaning louder and louder. The orgasm ripped through his balls and for the second time that day he pumped his load into her hole, emptying his balls. The feeling of having another hole filled sent her over the edge, her body shaking uncontrollably. Wave after wave washed over her as her orgasm consumed her. His thrusting slowed as his cock continued spasming, pumping every last drop inter her.

They collapsed onto the couch once more, completely exhausted. Finding themselves basking in another afterglow, he couldn’t help but ask, “what school did you say you’re going to again?”

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