Certified S*ex Therapist Lesson

The Certified S*x Therapist (CST)

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[Warning! Oral S*x Ahead!]

Intro;

“S*ck his c*ck until he spurts, and don't touch your p*ssy!” She ordered.

Meanwhile, Madam Victoria–a CST (Certified S*x Therapist) crossed her legs, and dropped her chin, peeking at me through the edge of her sunglasses.

Promptly, I protested, “B–But I already did that. Didn't I perform well–?”

Quaking her head disgracefully, she interjected, “You failed filthy! I ordered you to lick his magnificent d*ck, and make him hold his juices for more than an hour. Unluckily, your supervisor explained to me how he achieved his climax prematurely, and you also touched yourself…”

After a short, contemplative pause, she added, “Now, I want you to s*ck his shaft, and let him spurt through your throat. Perhaps, that will teach you how male's spurt tastes like!”

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The room's dim–light illuminated my ghostly image on the wall, my elongated, black–stocking resembling long, cowboy–boots, and my ripe–berry–like, stripped n*ppl*s immaculately embracing the wall.

About one and half years back, I had been admitted to this school of; Purely Mature Adulthood, but I had never accessed Madam Victoria's office.

Victoria was our pious principal, however, the justification to why she had called me here was a conundrum, leaving me nonplussed around scepticism.

However, one thing for sure–she never called any of her scholars into her office, unless they had stepped on the other side of the law. I had learned from my comrades, who had been disciplined in here.

That evening, I had finalized my practical paper–sucking my subject's magnificent c*ck for more than an hour without letting him come to his climax, as well as prohibited from pleasuring myself. I believed somehow I had misbehaved.

Thenceforth, I crossed my arms on my blossoms and awaited for her arrival, predicting precisely why she ordered me to come stripped. Was she planning to chastise me like some of my friends? The less I knew, the better.

Looking at my definitely nervous illumination on the wall, I discretely began examining the principal office. From my perspective, due to the presence of a heavy, large, mahogany bed at the far end of the room, It was challenging to distinguish it from an office, and a master bedroom.

To my surprise, the same had a coarse, d*ck–shaped knob on top of its frame. Meanwhile, the strange knob didn't puzzle me like this elongated, lion–curved stool, placed beside the bed.

My gaze suddenly landing on her desk, I discovered three items; two plastic ebonies, d*ck–shaped objects and one ebony vibrator. The three were familiar; since she had used them to demonstrate their functions, practically, during her lesson.

On the wall was this framed photo of two women, completely nude. After a close examination, I recognized her companion, Madam Ann–my supervisor, as well as my greatest competitor.

From the wall, my eyes glued on another strange thing–a long, inverted–dish–like metallic object. I had never seen it, neither did I understand what's purposes were.

Lost in my thoughts, Madam Victoria unexpectedly opened the door, and stepped in. Though I didn't dare to turn around, her clicking shoes explained further that I wasn't dreaming.

Meanwhile, I cleared my throat inwardly, and soundlessly afraid of making more mistakes, then lowered my face.

After surveying my nude butt–cheeks from behind, she exposed herself, and placed other two familiar apparatus on the desk–a long magnificent, black ebony phallus and a brown rubber riding crop.

Their girth was beyond imagination, and their lengths surpassed the ones she had brought for her practical lesson with more than ten centimetres. Admiring their usage, I swallowed my dry throat, and raised my chin to confront her.

Though her age landed past fifties, she was the kind of these none–ageing, gorgeous women, her long, silk ribboned–hair resembling of a young teenager.

Meanwhile, after scrutinizing my front, especially my small, red–pointed n*ppl*s, she cleared her throat, and inquired, curtly, “Do you know why you are here, Natalia?”

Reciting her usual motto, I responded, “Yes, ma'am. I'm here to learn the art of managing my future husband, the science of controlling my passion, as well as how to gratify his sensual rights fully.”

“That is right, but you just violated half of the rules according to your statement. You have shown great care and love to the young man this evening, but you couldn't control pleasuring yourself, instead of focusing on his!”

“B–But you also taught me how to arouse myself, while pleasuring my mate. I was unable to control the excitement of his touch, so–”

“Don't swallow words to justify your mistakes. Just admit that you were mistaken to touch yourself, instead of devoting to pleasuring your mate.”

After swallowing her dry throat, she continued, “The reason to why you lost control over his climax is because you focused too much on your pleasure.”

“Was that my fault–?”

I protested again, but she interrupted, sharply, “I know it wasn't your fault that Olivier ejaculates prematurely, alternatively it was your fault to let him spurt readily. You were supposed to make him hold back, but what did you do? Instead, you touched his cap with one hand, while the other worked on your stupid p*ssy!”

Realizing how furious she was getting whatever I demurred, I dropped my face, and lowered my guards, “I apologize, ma'am.”

“Next time, teach him how to restraint getting to his peak!” She snapped, leaned her back on the cosy, leather chair and peeked at me in a contemplative look.

“Next time? Wasn't he supposed to be my last subject to handle before getting my certificate?” I thought.

Promptly, she answered my thoughts, saying, “You will collect your certificate tomorrow, however, that will be after you handle Olivier's magnificent d*ck accordance to the instructions. Ann will be there to grade your exam.”

Upon hearing that, my heart raced. To make it solemn, she added, “Failure to comply with the rules, you will have to repeat your current grade until you attain your perfection.”

Suddenly reaching for her crop, she roared, “But before you fail again, I'll first give you a medicine of your taste. This will remind you of the entire procedure.”

My heart raced at the thought that she was going to punish my curling skin. Meanwhile, she stood up and ordered, “Drop your stockings, Natalia.”

Each word from her lips were solemn, leaving me without option than exposing my innocent buttocks for beating. Sliding my thumbs through the stockings edge, I dropped it, and nervously stepped it out.

“Now, mount my lion. On your fours!”

Thenceforth, I understood the purpose of the lion–like stool I had seen earlier besides her bed. After tiptoeing towards it, I lifted my right leg over it and settled my butts on it, slightly bending down towards its head.

With that, my hair covered my face, while arse raised in the air. Moreover, Victoria stood beside me and ordered, “Lift your buttocks further!”

Trying to balance myself of the stool, I raised my buttocks further, allowing my breasts to rest on the lion's head, and my tummy on it's back.

Meanwhile, Victoria's shabby fingers raised her whip and smashed it on my bare buttocks, forcing me to crook my fingers from the ground.

My consciousness told my senses that my butt–cheeks were high enough to expose my p*ssy from behind. Listening Victoria's breath accelerated, my bottoms burst into a scorching flame.

Not even the husband I was installing this knowledge for had ever punished me this awfully. Expecting another painful beat, constricted my buttocks on the stool and curled my skin.

Beseeching for mercy, Victoria hesitated before landing another thundering beat, “Forgive me, Madame.”

Trying to dismount the strange stool, she yelled at me, “Stay steady, Natalia. Don't you dare disappoint me again!”

“That will teach you a lesson,” She added, soothingly.

Meanwhile, I remained hanging on the whipping lion like a helpless carcass. Tears rolled down my cheeks; however, the pain went away sooner than I anticipated.

As I mourned, a delicate finger copied the curve of her spine, and ultimately lingered around her butt–cheeks. Thereafter, she slid it into my *ssh*l* and encircled the area.

Despite the scorching pain on my buttocks, her touch sent electric current down my spine, coaxing me to tingle.

As her finger became the centre of my focus, a delightful sentiment suddenly started to replace my burning bruises. Meanwhile, her finger slid further into the lips of my crotch and parted them before it soaked with juices.

Moreover, she delved it deeper, joined her two middle fingers, and pierced them through the walls of my tunnel. With that, she gently stroked my G–spot, and worked her thumb on my clitoris, gently, harder and faster.

Surrendering my f*ck–longing c*nt her play, I let out a soft moan, and raised my butt to allow efficient thrusting. Soon after, I didn't realize when I drowned in her pleasure and forgot about the painful beating. Her charms flawlessly worked on me.

Meanwhile, an uncontrollable pulse of desire ripped through my tunnel, tightening my veins while I grabbed the verge of the stool.

Arching my toes on the frames of the stool, my belly shuddered violently, forcing me to roll my eyes to the approaching explosion.

As I was about to burst with glee, she suddenly ceased her finger–f*ck*ng and reversed a step, leaving my p*ssy wide loose, and yearning for her final penetration.

“Dismount my f*ck*n’ stool!” Promptly, Victoria ordered, her furious expression taking control.

After struggling my enormous buttocks down her stool, my legs felt like jelly while I stumbled to regain my balance. As I watched her, I wished she had punctured my wetness for at least two more rounds, and I would be squirting all over her office.

“Tomorrow–six on the dot, in our usual place. We are done here, unless you want to say something.”

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