Part 7 

Mrs. Briant was now looking down at the floor in shame. This aroused a little pity in John , and he held out his arm again. He put his fingers under her chin and lifted her head to make her look at him. Her face was a mixture of anger, hatred, fear and shame. A strange mixture that John had never seen before.

"So, you don't mind sitting here half naked in front of me. On the contrary, it actually turns you on. You've always thought about submitting to me. That's the only reason you gave me and only me detention. You dreamed of freeing my cock from my pants and holding it in your hands. But you don't just want it in your hands, you want to massage it between your breasts and taste it. You want to take it in your mouth as soon as you see it. You'll practically fall all over me and suck me off. As soon as your lips touch my cock, you'll be overcome with lust and give me the best blowjob you're capable of. As soon as I cum, you'll lie on your back and start pleasuring yourself until you come. It will free you to do all this in front of me, and you will feel more comfortable and nicer to me afterward. You'll be friendly and nice to me then."

As he said this, he saw her facial expression change, it became softer, friendlier, the fear, the anger and even her shame gave way to a friendly, almost excited smile. She looked at him with shining eyes when he had finished his speech. She placed her hand on his knee.

"So Mr. Wilson. I hope you like what you see. I'm going to make a little attempt on your life, but I have to do something first," she said seductively and stood up. She went to the door and locked it from the inside. As they were on the second floor, she didn't have to worry about anyone on the outside being able to see them.

John watched her walk away from him, wiggling her hips and her bubble butt, which was unfortunately still covered by a pair of pants. After locking the door, she approached him again. Her eyes were fixed on the bulge that had formed in his crotch. She came closer step by step.

As she slowly approached him, she slowly opened her pants and let them slide down. Before that, however, she had skillfully slipped out of her shoes. A pair of black panties appeared underneath.

As soon as she had freed herself from her trousers, she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them down finger-first as she knelt down in front of him. Now she was completely naked and placed both hands on her knees.

"Now we're undisturbed ... I hope you like what you see," she purred seductively, repeating herself. John sat open-mouthed in his chair, his heart racing. It was unexpected that it was working that well, and he knew he was about to receive his first blowjob, or was it a Titjob, maybe even both? John breathed nervously and let it come to him, feeling a tingling in his stomach. As Ms. Briant's hands stroked up both thighs to his crotch, the tingling spread to his lower area.

"Um ... so yes ... I like that ... a lot," he replied nervously. Her smile widened. Her hands stroked over the bulge without breaking eye contact with him.

"The only reason I gave you detention, to be honest, was so that we could both be undisturbed. And I can see that someone can hardly wait. That must be uncomfortable. Why don't you let me give you a hand," she purred. Her left hand reached for the bulge in his pants, her right hand moved to his waistband. She stroked from his pelvic bone to the button of his pants and undid it. Her left hand left the bulge and slid up to his zipper. She took it unerringly between her fingers and opened it while her right hand held his trousers in place. Once the pants were open, she hastily pulled them down to his ankles as soon as he had lifted his ass slightly.

Ms. Briant leaned forward and kissed her way up the inside of his thigh from his knee to the hem of his boxers. She did all this while looking into his face. John's breathing had accelerated noticeably by now, and he wanted more, he wanted to push his cock between her puffy lips. He wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock sucked. Everything he knew about sex he had learned from the internet, either from porn, sex stories or sex comics. So pretty much nothing.

Her head moved as she ran her fingers over the inside of his thigh. She penetrated the boxer shorts and a bit into the front part. Again he lifted his pelvis and Ms. Briant slowly pulled the shorts down. She slipped her right hand out of the waistband as soon as it was next to his cock. She moved her hand to his balls and began to fondle his scrotum gently. This elicited a slight moan from him, which made her pause. She looked at him appraising, her head tilted slightly.

"Is this the ... first time ... for you?" she asked him gently as she moved from his testicles to his cock and began stroking it.

"Relax, John!" she purred and kissed his cock again while massaging his testicles with her left hand. John didn't even notice that she had called him by his first name, and he probably wouldn't have cared. He groaned again as she stroked her fingertip along his shaft and slid her tongue over the opposite side. Then she knelt upright in front of him again.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked with a smile, which he confirmed with a gentle nod. That was enough of an invitation for her, and she tilted her head forward, leaning further until her breasts touched his pubic area. Her head turned forward, and her tongue gently caressed his glans, which was now exposed. Another moan escaped his lips and he tilted his head back.

"If you liked that already, then you'll like this too," she said softly and placed her hands on her breasts. As soon as his cock was between her breasts, she squeezed them lightly and moved them slowly up and down.

At that moment, John felt his cock nestle into her tender, soft breasts. It was an overwhelming feeling.

"You like that, don't you?" she asked with a smile, which he confirmed with a gentle nod. That was enough of an invitation for her, and she tilted her head forward, leaning further until her breasts touched his pubic area. Her head turned forward, and her tongue gently caressed his glans, which was now exposed. Another moan escaped his lips and he tilted his head back.

"Damn, that's good!" he breathed contentedly and received a soft giggle in response. Shortly afterward, he felt her lips wrap around his glans and then slowly slide down. Her tongue danced a tight dance around his glans and felt its way along his shaft. Her tongue wrapped around his cock, and she sucked on his cock, sometimes gently, sometimes more firmly. She raised and lowered her head slowly, and John enjoyed every second. Her breasts were no longer just around his cock, but kept bumping against his thighs. John was more than aroused and his senses literally exploded. His whole body was tingling, and it felt so damn good. His orgasm was slowly approaching, he felt the pressure in the root and he looked down. Surprised, he looked straight into her bright blue eyes. He wanted to warn her, but it had already happened. He shot his first load of cum into her mouth, which she swallowed greedily. Out of reflex, he grabbed her hair. Then he pulled her head back. Just as his cock had left her mouth, the second load came and hit her below her chin. He couldn't remember ever having cum so much and so thick. He looked at her face and could see the greedy look on her face.

"Oh ... that was quick," she responded in surprise, her voice trembling with lust.

As she leaned back, she stroked her hand over her body, collecting as much cum as possible on her finger and then sucking it off with relish.

"Too bad, I actually wanted to show you something else..." she said as soon as she was lying on her back. Her hand wandered over her breasts to her cunt and stroked the outer lips.

"I'm so horny right now ... do you want to watch me or do you think you can do another round?" she asked seductively.

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