Pdxrug
11-17-2003, 11:55 AM
Business School Part 3
As I sat in my chair, looking down on Chuck, I could feel how he was overwhelmed by all of this. My bare foot covering his penis, throbbing and existing under my sole, allowed me to realize how much power he had surrendered to me.
I uncrossed my legs, and rested a bare foot on each of his thighs, as I watched his penis respond to the lack of pressure. I looked into his eyes, are you ok Chuck? He nods and looks up to me with his young eyes. I see how he wants this so bad, but also feels the stigma of his foot fetish and being with a woman twice his age.
I can feel his shuddering under me. Knowing the room is warm enough, I sense he is dealing with his emotions and anxiety of exploration. Our eyes remain locked. My feet pressed against his skin. His chest rising and falling with each deep breath he takes.
I feel sensations I have not felt for years. Having this young man naked at my feet. Knowing he has no real experience, yet I have a desire to consume him for my pleasure. I try to stay focused on what this is really all about. Although, all I want to do is straddle his swollen penis and ride him to exhaustion.
Chuck, we are forming a relationship. A business relationship, one that you need to accept and manifest for it to be successful. You will need to see me as your mentor. In business you will have to decide courses of action with your own values. Yet you will always be faced with choices where you seek the counsel of a more experienced colleague.
I am offering you this relationship. This is a sacred relationship with commitments and prices to be paid. I remove my feet from him and stand. Removing all of my clothing. Standing completely naked while he remains on his knees before me. Finishing my glass of wine, I set it down and pick up his. I take my left foot and place it on his chest, pushing him back to the floor. Standing over him and looking down into his wanting eyes. Do you wish for our relationship to continue Chuck? He remains speechless. Lifting my right foot, and placing it over his bouncing penis, pressing it firmly into his stomach. Letting my big toe and second toe hold the head of his penis.
He lets out a gasp, so loud; I know he has no other answer. Pressing my foot down firmly, looking at him, seeing how he cannot resist this, cannot refuse this, and will do anything I ask from this point forward.
I need to mark you with my scent if you are to be my protégé and I your mentor. I move forward, standing over his chest with him below me. Lowering myself down and sitting on his chest, my legs underneath me holding his outstretched arms underneath. My weight sinks into his chest as I sip my wine and decide how much he can take with our first session. Realizing how much having this young man at my disposal excites so much more than I anticipated. I put two fingers in the wine and press them next to his lips. Pressing them into his mouth. I feel his chest rise and fall underneath my weight.
I set the glass down. I hold his forehead with my hands. Slowly I slide forward till my swollen sex rest on his firm chin. Holding his head and moving back and forth over his chin. Watching his reaction. You know what I must do to seal our contract. He nods, how funny as he nods it rubs my sex and stimulates my sexual prowess even more.
I look again into his eyes. I also return his nod. Slowly I move forward. Sliding over his face. Till my overheated sex covers his mouth. Moving back and forth, waiting for him to understand what he must do.
After a minute or two. He extends his tongue, slowly with uncertainty, but I do not press and smoother him, allowing him to learn what he must do. Picking up the glass, I sip the wine slowly. Firmly in place over him, I allow him the luxury of this without expectation of experience or satisfaction. He must learn first to be comfortable in his new position.
As he accepts the taste, the wetness, my weight, he stimulates my senses more. As he starts to perform, I move slightly over him, allowing him to know my approval. He works harder to please me. I move gently and carefully to encourage his new found skill.
As his tongue moves and performs the innate task it was meant for, I start to ride his face as if he was an experienced stallion for my riding pleasure. Swaying, sliding, pressing. Then I feel his shudder as I had cut off his breath. Rising, letting him become comfortable again, we repeat things until I am again smothering him hard for my pleasure without regard for him. He again jerks under me, his head trying to sneak a breath of air. As I enjoy the sensation of his suffocation for my pleasure I realize I need to move slower. Slowly, I slide back. My ass moving back over his chest. Looking as he opens his eyes and sees my face staring back to his. Are you ok Chuck?
Smiling at each other. I know he has accepted my branding of our relationship. Realizing my glass is empty. I rise. Again standing over him. I place my bare foot over his face, and rub it all over him. Smearing my nectar into his being. Twisting my foot back and forth on his face, his mouth, his forehead, till the stickiness has become dry. I walk to the kitchen and refill my glass. I find him still laying on the floor, not having moved an inch. Thinking he will explode if I continue with anymore attention. I place my keys down on his stomach. Pick me up at 7:30am and you can drive me to school tomorrow. I walk away into the bedroom, closing the door, and……
As I sat in my chair, looking down on Chuck, I could feel how he was overwhelmed by all of this. My bare foot covering his penis, throbbing and existing under my sole, allowed me to realize how much power he had surrendered to me.
I uncrossed my legs, and rested a bare foot on each of his thighs, as I watched his penis respond to the lack of pressure. I looked into his eyes, are you ok Chuck? He nods and looks up to me with his young eyes. I see how he wants this so bad, but also feels the stigma of his foot fetish and being with a woman twice his age.
I can feel his shuddering under me. Knowing the room is warm enough, I sense he is dealing with his emotions and anxiety of exploration. Our eyes remain locked. My feet pressed against his skin. His chest rising and falling with each deep breath he takes.
I feel sensations I have not felt for years. Having this young man naked at my feet. Knowing he has no real experience, yet I have a desire to consume him for my pleasure. I try to stay focused on what this is really all about. Although, all I want to do is straddle his swollen penis and ride him to exhaustion.
Chuck, we are forming a relationship. A business relationship, one that you need to accept and manifest for it to be successful. You will need to see me as your mentor. In business you will have to decide courses of action with your own values. Yet you will always be faced with choices where you seek the counsel of a more experienced colleague.
I am offering you this relationship. This is a sacred relationship with commitments and prices to be paid. I remove my feet from him and stand. Removing all of my clothing. Standing completely naked while he remains on his knees before me. Finishing my glass of wine, I set it down and pick up his. I take my left foot and place it on his chest, pushing him back to the floor. Standing over him and looking down into his wanting eyes. Do you wish for our relationship to continue Chuck? He remains speechless. Lifting my right foot, and placing it over his bouncing penis, pressing it firmly into his stomach. Letting my big toe and second toe hold the head of his penis.
He lets out a gasp, so loud; I know he has no other answer. Pressing my foot down firmly, looking at him, seeing how he cannot resist this, cannot refuse this, and will do anything I ask from this point forward.
I need to mark you with my scent if you are to be my protégé and I your mentor. I move forward, standing over his chest with him below me. Lowering myself down and sitting on his chest, my legs underneath me holding his outstretched arms underneath. My weight sinks into his chest as I sip my wine and decide how much he can take with our first session. Realizing how much having this young man at my disposal excites so much more than I anticipated. I put two fingers in the wine and press them next to his lips. Pressing them into his mouth. I feel his chest rise and fall underneath my weight.
I set the glass down. I hold his forehead with my hands. Slowly I slide forward till my swollen sex rest on his firm chin. Holding his head and moving back and forth over his chin. Watching his reaction. You know what I must do to seal our contract. He nods, how funny as he nods it rubs my sex and stimulates my sexual prowess even more.
I look again into his eyes. I also return his nod. Slowly I move forward. Sliding over his face. Till my overheated sex covers his mouth. Moving back and forth, waiting for him to understand what he must do.
After a minute or two. He extends his tongue, slowly with uncertainty, but I do not press and smoother him, allowing him to learn what he must do. Picking up the glass, I sip the wine slowly. Firmly in place over him, I allow him the luxury of this without expectation of experience or satisfaction. He must learn first to be comfortable in his new position.
As he accepts the taste, the wetness, my weight, he stimulates my senses more. As he starts to perform, I move slightly over him, allowing him to know my approval. He works harder to please me. I move gently and carefully to encourage his new found skill.
As his tongue moves and performs the innate task it was meant for, I start to ride his face as if he was an experienced stallion for my riding pleasure. Swaying, sliding, pressing. Then I feel his shudder as I had cut off his breath. Rising, letting him become comfortable again, we repeat things until I am again smothering him hard for my pleasure without regard for him. He again jerks under me, his head trying to sneak a breath of air. As I enjoy the sensation of his suffocation for my pleasure I realize I need to move slower. Slowly, I slide back. My ass moving back over his chest. Looking as he opens his eyes and sees my face staring back to his. Are you ok Chuck?
Smiling at each other. I know he has accepted my branding of our relationship. Realizing my glass is empty. I rise. Again standing over him. I place my bare foot over his face, and rub it all over him. Smearing my nectar into his being. Twisting my foot back and forth on his face, his mouth, his forehead, till the stickiness has become dry. I walk to the kitchen and refill my glass. I find him still laying on the floor, not having moved an inch. Thinking he will explode if I continue with anymore attention. I place my keys down on his stomach. Pick me up at 7:30am and you can drive me to school tomorrow. I walk away into the bedroom, closing the door, and……