Maybe it had been too taboo to me that it hadn’t entered my mind. But now why not? I wanted to know how it tasted...fuck I NEEDED to know. With this...I discovered CEI (Cum Eating Instruction) videos. I would watch, jerk, cum and...clean up my sticky mess with a tissue. Always regretting not going through with the act. I realised then that I needed to ease myself in. I found a clip with an encouraging mistress. “Jerk, jerk, jerk, HANDS OFF”, I would obey my rock hard cock twitching, desperate to. I deserve it."By now I was in a catatonic trance, and my actions were involuntary. My office chair was on castors; I slowly rolled it back from my desk and pointed to the floor with my right hand."O.K.," I said. "Stand here then."Contritely and obediently Rachel carried out my order."Right," I continued awkwardly, by now feeling more than slightly foolish. "Over my knee then."By now I was on the point of chickening out, and of making a joke of the incident. I certainly would not have dared to. Deux camethe chant, and spider light the fingers traced circles aroundhis nipples before moving in to roll and tug them intohardness. Too light, a tickling torture that tormented as itpleased. Trois, and the hands lifted away, were gone, andthen settled down again on his cock. Like a startled bird, itjerked up at the touch, and Kurt gasped at the intensity,felt how close he was to coming just with these firstcaresses. He heard laughter, and his panic and desiretightened as he fought to keep. He revved the engine and she gasped and reflexively squeezed her thighs together, which closed onto the seat and the guy in front of her. He chuckled and adjusted his mirror, lowering his glasses to wink at her in it and then, they flew. It wasn’t like anything she had ever felt before. The wind was alive and it’s hands were in her hair, caressing her face and delving into the button down school shirt, flapping the hem of her skirt where it sat scrunched at her hips. The bike was a.