Sex Ed: After Class

Milk

I woke up this morning to no one next to me. After checking the time on my phone I frowned. It's only a little past eight. Where in the hell could Cara have gone so early in the morning? That aside, I rolled out of bed and stretched. I figured by the time I finished my morning hygienics she would be back. I was wrong. In fact, it was almost nine o'clock when I heard her come in.

"I brought breakfast for us!" She cheered as she entered the room.
"From where?"
"This little place like an hour out from here."
"You didn't leave me a note or anything. I thought you ran off on me." I joked.
"Now why would you think a silly thing like that?"

She sat the bag on the counter and sat on my lap, draping her arms around my neck.

"How is my dearest King this morning?"
"I'm better now that my beautiful Queen is home in my arms." I responded, playing along with her.

She giggled and got off of my lap. I grabbed the bag and followed her out to the dining room where we ate breakfast together. Afterwards we cleaned up a little and relaxed on my couch with Netflix playing in the background.

"Baby I don't mean to ruin the peaceful moment...but...I'm hard as concrete..."
"I can feel it."
"So fix it."
"Ask nicely...?"
"...I WANT'CHU TO PLAY WITH MY DINGALING!" I sang loudly.
"OH MY GOD CHRIS CHILL!" She laughed hysterically.
"No I'm playin." I laughed along with her.
"You're so childish." She smiled.
"Maybe that's why the phrase is play with my dick."
"Ask me."
"Baby will you please play with my dick?"
"Of course my dear. Pull down your sweats I'll be back."

She got up and disappeared down the hallway. I tugged my sweatpants down and waited for her to come back. She came back with my lotion and a pillow.

"Why lotion?"
"I don't feel like blowing you today."
"Aw babe. I was looking forward to your lips wrapped around me."
"Maybe later. Just enjoy this for now."

I watched her place a pillow on the floor between my legs. She kneeled down on it on her knees. She rubbed lotion between her hands right before she wrapped them around my shaft. I chewed my lip while she went to work on me. My eyes locked on hers, which were locked on my dick. Something about the way she stared at it while she pumped her hands made it throb. I let my head roll back and enjoyed the feeling. Not too long from then I felt her tongue slide over my tip and it made my hips buck.

"Don't tease me like that..."
"I'm sorry, bae..." I could tell she was taunting me.

She kept her hands moving at a teasingly slow and steady pace. But her slow movements made my climax build all the same. I groaned, shifting my hips– almost thrusting into her hand. I caught her licking her lips while staring at it.

"You know baby...you can taste it if you want...it's all yours..." I forced the words between groaning.
"It's mine?"
"All yours, ma..."

She smirked and moved one of her hands to the head, focusing on it. I whimpered out loud but quickly clapped my hand over my mouth, embarrassed. I forced myself deeper into the couch, not being able to take so much stimulation in one area.

"Chill, ma...!" I fought a moan threatening to escape.
"I want you to cum for me..." Her hands sped up.
"Shit, babe..."
"You like it like this?" She twisted her hands.
"Fuck, yeah like that..."

She had me feeling like a real bitch. I even had to grip the edge of the sofa cushion to keep my toes from curling into the carpet. I felt my hips tremble and I knew it was over.

"Cara...! Shit...!" I called her name cause it felt right.

She watched my hips buck as I shot off in the air but her hands didn't stop, instead they slowed down trying to get every last drop out of me.

Cara

When he shot off, his body language tempted me to try something I'd been thinking about for a while. Instead of stopping, I slowed my hands and slid one down around the base of his shaft. His body shook.

"W-What are you doin ma?"
"Relax."
"No baby tell me— Ah! Ohh shit..." he started to moan.
"Baby...you made a mess on my hand. Apologize to me."
"What? Why— Fuuuck!"
"I'm not hearing an apology."
"I'm sorry...!"

I smirked. I didn't think this would work but I'm pleased that it did. I continued to work my hands around his shaft and he continued squirming, begging me to stop. I was on a power trip, now knowing that he could be so easily controlled. His hips bucked as my hands worked him over. I heard him whimpering.

"Baby please...I can't—"
"Can't what, babe?"
"Can't...!"
"Aww Daddy it looks like it hurts...does it hurt?"
"No...! Fuck!"
"It doesn't hurt? It feels good?"

He wasn't responding now, it was all a mess of moans jumbled together. His voice cracked as he squeezed his eyes shut. I watched his muscles contract while his hips bucked against his will.

"Cara...!"

He managed to whimper out my name in a high pitched voice. I bit my lip. When I looked up at him there were tears threatening to fall from his eyes. I guess he's had enough. I thumbed his tip one more time causing his body to jolt and then I kissed it. He lay there, spent, just trying to catch his breath.

"Can I ask you for something...?" I asked.
"Baby you can have anything you want from me, I don't even care what it is..."
"Anything, babe?"
"Anything, ma. Just name it."

With a response like that, maybe I'll have to milk him more often.