I felt an overwhelming need to have him shoot his seed all over my face. For most guys in my past, I generally swallowed or stroked it till it explode... over my hand and body. For him, my master and object of devotion, I needed to be baptized with his very essence. I begged him to please shoot his hot cum all over my face. No sooner had the words come from my mouth, than he pulled that huge black cock, slick with my saliva, from my mouth and shot what had to have been the biggest load of cum I. She recalled one night when she wasn’t asleep but pretended to be so she could find out what was going on and like clockwork her father entered her room standing at the end of the bed in just his underpants and using a strategically placed mirror she could see him and noticed that he was rubbing the front while he looked down on her.Keeping absolutely still and laying on her belly she saw him getting his cock out which was pretty stiff by now and start to rub himself which she did find quite. I haven't got a class first. I sit down and wait for the inevitable moment.Somewhere in the distance, a bell shrills.I hate that bell, I think no matter what I did, I could never escape its awful sound. It will haunt me until the day I die.I can hear students milling around in the corridor. Occasionally one might stick his or her head round my door and ask if the papers have been marked yet. I assure them that they will be ready by today's music lesson. Eventually silence falls upon the empty. I was now restless. I felt unstoppable. I picked up his index finger and slowly circled it with mine. I stroked all his fingers and squeezed his palm. Then I climbed a bit higher to his wrist and measured his pulse. It was racing. I slowly took my fingers up his arm. Through his shirt I felt the muscles going up and down on contacting my fingers. Through dazed eyes, I saw my own hand travel up his neck, chin and finally his lips. I suddenly realized that I always wanted to find out where.