‘His cum tastes a lot like coffee,’ she thought. Mr. Stevens was always drinking coffee. No wonder his sperm was bitter. She was learning more and...more about cocks and cum how to be a ‘good slut.’Mr. Stevens made sure no one was around and motioned her to quickly get up. As she stood in front of him, smoothing her dress and dusting off her knees, she looked at the clock and notice she was late for her next class.“Uh, Mr. Stevens?” she asked, wiping her mouth, just in case, “Can I have a. "Yes, Master," she said, stopping her lapping long enough to answer. "Good. Can you tell me what your last Master called you and why?" She finished the milk and looked at him with an unusual smile on her face.She swayed a little for emphasis of certain body parts and said: "Well, Master,you know how I had made it clear to you that both Masters have worked me overrather extensively?" "Yes. And so?" "And so, despite the way I am nowadays, I would expect you to garner whatpleasure you can in. When I would see her talking to other guys at school I would feel jealous. I didn't like it, but I couldn't help it. One day we were fooling around after school and we started wrestling on the couch. I pinned her down and was hovering over her holding her wrists next to her head. She was looking at me and it occurred to me that she was waiting for me to kiss her. I did, but it was a tentative, quick little tap on the lips. She looked at me and said "what was that"? "A kiss" I said."You call. I knew he was a married man trolling for a piece of sissy piece of ass, but that lump under his pants made it okay. After a couple of more drinks and butt pats, we thought it was time to leave because the rest of the guys in the bar were watching us more than the porn on the monitors. It was only a half block walk to his hotel and in the elevator his hand was on my thick ass the entire time.Almost as soon as we were in the room, he dropped is pants freeing his nice sized chubby. I sat on the.