Private Lesson: Tae Kwon Do Me (5 page)

I’m gonna smack him—at least try to—if
he asks me another goddamn question. “Make me come?”

“
Mmm-hmm. If your father
could only see you now…hear the dirty shit coming out of his
daughter’s mouth.”

My father? What about yours? In an odd
way, I kinda dig it. Not thinking about my dad…eww, no! But like he
said, the idea of what he would think of me…has my pussy aching all
over again. I guess I’m nastier than I thought. But then again, so
is he. Master Park and his fucking rules and his lectures on
manners. Shit, if his students—the ones who look up to him like a
god—could see him now. Yeah, that would be hella funny.

Focus, stupid. You’re about to get
fucked. Hard and fast, if you get your way.

“
Come on,” I beg, “put it
inside me.”

Starting at my shoulders, he slides
his hands down until he reaches my ass, smacking it without a hint
of warning. “Shit!” I shriek, then, “ohh,” when the sting subsides
and the pleasure takes its place.

“
Beg for it,” he says,
confidence oozing from his tone. Dickhead.

Fine. “Please.”

“
Uh-huh. And?”

“
Fuck me?” I’m about two
seconds away from taking control when the tip of his dick brushes
against the slit to my fuck-hole. “Yeah, do it.”

Justin slides the fat head up and down
my swollen lips, causing me to jerk when it fortuitously hits my
clit. One hand on my waist, his lips alternating between kissing my
neck and shoulder and nuzzling my ear, he continues to tease me,
continues to rub his dick up and down my needy opening, ready as
I’ll ever be.

And when I think I can’t
bear his teasing any longer, his thick crown finally sinks in,
pushing past my nether lips and into my canal, stretching me like
no other, tearing a harsh gasp from me. I close my eyes to
feel
him filling my slick
pussy, ever-so-slowly, as I enjoy every tiny shove of his
delectable manhood sliding with some effort into my heat. My
stomach muscles tightening, it takes all that I have to fight the
urge to clamp my thighs around his cock, in desperate search of
more friction.

Both hands now grasping my waist,
Justin pulls me to him, gently at first, but harder and faster with
every thrust of his hips. His balls lightly slapping against me,
the unique sound of our wet bodies colliding as we fuck, echoes
loudly in my ears. I can barely think as his cock thoroughly
invades my hole, whimpers and moans of approval the only coherent
thing coming out of my mouth.

“
Fuck! Your pussy’s tight.”
Three hard thrusts in a row, then, “Jesus Christ you feel
good.”

I know, right? You feel good too. I
bite my lower lip in reaction to a powerful shove inside my slick
channel. Damn him, damn him to hell. My orgasm’s building fast and
hard, the same rate he’s fucking me, punishing my pussy like I’ve
pissed him off or offended him in some way…but I love it. The
fierceness of it all, the carnal passion burning between us. It’s
undeniable. Though he tried to hide it, the fervor in which he’s
pounding me from behind tells me he’s wanted this just as much as I
have. Maybe more.

“
Uh.” Thrust. “Fuck.”
Thrust. “Shit.” Thrust. Man of so many words…I’ve reduced him to a
bumbling idiot.

I don’t fare much better,
though. “Fuck me. God…
fuck
me.” I draw the second “F” word out, my mind
nothing more than mush right about now.

And he is doing just that. Fucking me.
Like I’ve dreamt it, but way better. Sliding in and out of my wet
pussy with a steady pace now, telling me without words he’s working
toward his climax. As am I.

The pressure between my thighs is at
its limit, ready to explode any moment now. I do my damnedest to
hold back, just a little longer, not knowing if this first time
will be our last. Savor how good he’s making me feel—this
thirty-something-year-old that seemed to love giving me such a hard
time earlier.

I change my mind. I can’t prolong my
orgasm any longer. So I reach down between my legs, find my bundle
of flesh and begin circling it with my finger, causing a jolt of
pleasure to shoot down my spine on contact. “Fuck!” I clamp down on
my teeth as I teeter on the edge, my climax bursting at the
seams…

And then it comes…

“
God!” I cry out, body
tensing as I suck in a quick breath and hold it, feel my orgasm
wash over me like a tidal wave of pleasure as my trembling, wobbly
legs fight to keep me vertical. “Fucking shit!” I curse again,
flood of ecstasy spreading through my rigid frame faster than I can
take it.

It’s so fucking good, though. I do my
best to hold on to my release for as long as I can. Justin’s still
thrusting in and out of me, his heavy breathing reaching my ears as
I work to catch my own breath. My climax subsiding, heart still
pounding within my chest, I turn my attention to the man I need to
thank for affording me that heavenly sensation.

“
I want you to come,
Justin.”

“
Good. ‘Cause I don’t think
I can hold out for much longer.” He continues to thrust in and out
of my cunt, picking up the pace when he gets his words out.
Grunting and moaning, his ragged breaths drown out the sound of
water hitting the tiled floor. “Where do you—”

“
In my mouth.”

“
You sure?”

“
Hai.
” I say yes in Japanese again, just to fuck with
him.

“
Shit, don’t make me
laugh.” Pumping furiously now, his grunts getting louder with every
push into my heat, he adds, “God, I’m coming. I’m fucking
coming.”

A few more hard thrusts and he slips
free of me, allowing me to turn and get down on my knees. “Come for
me, Justin, I want you to come in my mouth. I wanna taste you.”
Waiting for my prize like a good little girl, I open up and stick
out my tongue like I’ve seen girls do a hundred times in porno
flicks, making sure to look at his face as he spurts his
load.

“
Fuck!” he screams, tilting
his head back slightly as he wildly strokes his cock with one hand,
the other under my chin, guiding my open mouth to his engorged
head.

Between one heartbeat and another,
Justin shoots his hot liquid onto my waiting tongue, his face
tightening as our gazes lock in a time-stopping, passion-filled
moment that sets my heart aflutter.

Grunting his way to finishing his
climax, Justin smiles, looking down at me with a satisfied
expression displayed on his face if I’ve ever seen one. His heavy
cock already softening, careful not to spill any of his cum from my
tongue, I suck the tip of his dick into my mouth and stroke his
warm length, milking it to the very last drop.

“
So fucking dirty,” he
offers, his large hand combing my hair.

I smile and swallow it like a champ,
the salty taste of his cum sliding down my throat with ease. “Takes
one to know one.” All joking aside, this first-time fuck session
was the best sex I’ve ever had. And I’ve had my share.

Justin steps back to lean against the
wall when I ask, “What do you think you’re doing?”

“
Huh?” He replies with a
question of his own, a confused look marring his handsome face.
“Resting.”

“
Uh-uh. Grab that bar of
soap, mister. You’ve got some cleaning left to do.” Rising to my
feet, I gesture at my body with a wave of my hand, then, “You never
finished washing me.”

“
Oh, right, that. I’m
sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve been waiting so long
to—”

I totally interrupt him. “Wait. You’ve
thought about fucking me, haven’t you?”

Nodding, he takes his time to answer.
“You caught me. I’m busted.”

“
Wow. And to think…all this
fucking time.” Asshole, dick-fuck. “But why the hard
time?”

“
I don’t have an answer for
that—not one that’ll make any sense.”

“
Tell me
something.
Sheesh.”

Raising a finger to his lips, he
answers, “Okay. How ‘bout…it was kinda fun? Flirting with
you?”

Flirting? Ugh. As if. I do a shake of
my own with my head, but with a heavy dose of discontent. “Huh.
That what you call it?”

Rolling his eyes from side to side, as
if thinking up another excuse, a better excuse, he quickly returns,
“I was scared and confused?”

“
Really? This coming from a
man who could kill a person with his bare hands? Not likely.” Well,
at least, I kinda feel better knowing that he’s had an interest in
me…probably all along, too.

“
I told you nothing I said
would make sense. Guys can be strange sometimes, you know that,
right?” Is he asking me for my approval?

Okay, I think I’ve fucked with him
long enough. Time to be the better person. I begin, “I suppose. I
seem to have that effect on men. You know, driving them
crazy.”

“
I’m crazy, all right. For
your pussy.”

“
Hmm. It seems that guys
say the strangest things sometimes, too. You really know how to
butter a girl up, don’t you, Master Justin Park?”

“
What can I say? It’s your
fault.”

“
That right? How’s
it
my
fault?”

“’
Cause your pussy…it’s
magically delicious,” he says with a wide smile, complimented by a
ridiculous nodding of his head. Fucking men. They never grow
up…never act their age. Should’ve known he’d be no different. When
it came down to it, even Mister Uptight himself was powerless
against the allure of pussy.

“
Oh, please.” I roll my
eyes at him and click my tongue, followed by a quick shake of my
head. Pot calling the kettle black is so apropos here. To think, he
was giving me a hard time for the way
I
was acting earlier. Men.
Oy.

“
May I?” he asks, picking
up the bar of soap.

“
Sure. You think you can
manage to actually finish this time?” I press my tits together with
my arms, smiling wide, realizing his tough exterior, the one he
shows me, like all the time, is just a fucking ruse.

“
I’ll do my best, Ms.
Kinkaid. But I can’t promise to keep my hands off of you…you know,
once I’ve finished cleaning you up. Wait…you almost had me
there.”

“
What are you talking
about?” I fire back, laughing as I do.

“
I think
you’re
the one who
couldn’t keep her hands off of me. Not the other way
around.”

“
Whatever.” I roll my eyes,
realizing what he’s saying is true. Changing the subject, I
continue, “You know what?”

“
What’s that?” he asks,
lathering his hands.

“
I think I’ve gotten the
better part of the deal. The private lesson, I mean.”

“
Good. Maybe you’ll take
our lesson a bit more seriously next time.”

“
Hmm. Next time, huh?” I
like the sound of that.

“
Yes.”

“
How about tomorrow?” I
ask, closing the distance between us. Grabbing a handful of cock, I
add, “Think you can fit me in?”

“
Absolutely, Ms.
Kinkaid.”

Taking my time stroking his rapidly
hardening length, I reply, “Same time, same place…but there’s just
one thing.”

“
And that is?”

“
I get to keep my
personalized fucking nametag on my goddamn uniform.”

“
Scarlett, you let me fuck
you until you have to go back to school, and I’ll even give your
dad a discount.”

I appreciate the offer, but… “Nah.
Dad’s loaded. Besides, Master Park, you’re worth every single
penny. Best one hundred dollars I’ve ever spent on any private
lesson, let alone one I hated coming to, at first.”

“
Thanks, I guess. Tell your
friends—”

I cut him the fuck off,
possessiveness getting the better of me. And all for a man I had no
intention of seeing again once I had the chance to do him. “Uh-uh.
This is
our
thing,
Justin, you hear me?”

“
Settle down,” he says with
a sigh, moving his soapy hands across my breasts. “I meant
your
male
friends.”

“
Oh? Ohh. Sure. I’ll get
them to come.”

“
Really? Just like
that?”

“
Yes…I can be really
convincing when I want to be.”

And with that, Justin finishes what he
started, and I can honestly say that I know my private lessons with
him will be the highlight of my summer break.

Best vacation ever!

Master Park, can you say,
“
Taekwonfuck?
”

The End

Lola Fox lives and breathes most
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Lola’s only aim in life is to share her numerous slutty experiences
with the internet world…at least until she’s involuntarily
committed into Sexaholics Anonymous by her delusional loved ones.
An aspiring actress, Lola plans on saving every penny she makes
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