The Little Leather Thong

“Once it’s in your mouth it’s going to feel so good. Your mouth will be so wet and warm. It’s not too big yet. It’ll be soft and fit nicely. When you swab the bottom with your tongue and suck on the first couple inches you’ll drive me to new heights.” He was right again. He was going to love it.

“You’ve never had a cock in your mouth before.” It was a statement but I nodded again. “But you know that every girl you meet is going to love sucking cock.” Well of course I did. “It’s because sucking on an outstanding specimen is no big deal. Fifty percent of the population loves it because it’s a naturally fun activity. You might love it too. Can you say with all certainty that you won’t?”

Well not 100% I couldn’t. There’s always that slim chance I supposed. I shook my head this time.

He twisted my line and used it against me, “I won’t force you unless you want me to. I won’t grab your head – unless you want it. You won’t know if you like it unless you try it. Just take the end in. Just the tip. Try it. Then you’ll know.”

He went to the head of the class. He was using techniques I never taught him. And it was working. Lots of people did like it. I wouldn’t know unless I tried it. What would it hurt?

In contrast if I held my ground, with my balls tied to the chair, in the end he could just rape my mouth. That could hurt.

It was a very pleasant looking dick. I was willing to consider the possibility of trying it but couldn’t quite pull the trigger. His voice was calm and reassuring. How did he learn that? That wouldn’t be for another few lessons. He continued playing with me, “Just open a tiny bit and the smallest part of it will simply fall inside.”