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JT Holland

Copyright 2019 by JT Holland

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DISCLAIMER: These stories are intended for a mature audience only! Contains explicit, graphic sex and language, including rough and aggressive sex, dirty talk, anal sex, alpha males, bdsm, lesbians, threesomes, femdom, romance and more. Not intended for individuals under the age of 18 or those with a weak constitution. All characters are 18 years old.

















Matthew stood at Danielle’s front door at precisely noon, his cock already hard just from thinking about what was waiting for him inside the house.

The previous 24 hours had been the longest of his life; from the moment he’d left Danielle’s house the day before he’d been thinking about her. Shortly after arriving home he’d gone into his bedroom and immediately started playing with himself. His cock was caked with her juices and all it took was a little bit of spit on his hand and his cock was slick as hell within seconds.

Eyes closed, his mind focused on reliving what they’d just done together, Matthew jerked off. He could picture Danielle in his mind’s eye with ease; the dark black hair cascading down, framing her gorgeous face, that tanned skin, those insane tits, her ridiculously long and sculptured legs. And her wet, perfect little pussy. That  most of all.

It hadn’t taken him long to cum, squirting his seed all over his bed sheets no more than a minute after starting. Including his time with Danielle he’d cum three times already on the day and he was sure there were a few more to go. He just had to make sure he saved some juice for the day after. According to Danielle it was only going to get better as they went on.

This anticipation was what fueled his cock on this, the second day of his sexual education. He had no idea what to expect from Danielle but had to think it was going to be even crazier than the day before, which had been pretty crazy indeed.

Matthew rang the doorbell and took a step back. He could feel a big, stupid smile on his face but he didn’t even bother trying to wipe it off. He knew it wouldn’t be going anywhere no matter what. He was just too happy.

Danielle answered the door in a tiny little black dress that not only took Matthew’s breath away, but simultaneously made him feel spectacularly underdressed in his collared shirt and khaki shorts. He could only stand and stare at her.

The dress played up Danielle’s sexiness to the max; her tits were spilling out, her legs seemed to go on forever, and the 3-inch heels she wore nearly brought her up to Matthew’s height. With her silky dark hair flowing down over shoulders and the not-very-subtle makeup job she looked totally different than she had the day before. Just as hot, only in a slightly different way. Less elegant and more slutty.

“So what do you think?” Danielle asked, spinning in place so Matthew could get a good look at her ass.

“I think I’m gonna cream my pants right here and now,” he said.

Laughing, Danielle took his hand and ushered him in. She led him past the couch and towards the stairs, looking back to flash him a smile every once in a while.

Matthew’s eyes were locked onto Danielle’s ass working beneath her skimpy little dress as she made her way up the stairs ahead of him. It was all he could do to keep himself from reaching out and grabbing her ass cheeks. Or sticking his head between them. They were that inviting.

Once they reached the top of the stairs, she led him down the hall, stopping at the first door on the right. Opening the door, she ushered him inside the room.

It was an enormous master bedroom, complete with couches and a lounge chair surrounding a large-scaled entertainment system that included an 80-inch flatscreen and floor speakers that were almost as big as he was. Next to the TV was a fully stocked bar. On the other side of the room was a huge bathroom with a double-headed shower and a jacuzzi tub. A king-sized bed sat in the corner, buffered by a pair of dressers.

“So what’s on tap for today?” Matthew asked after taking it all in.

“Today I’m going to get a taste of your overall abilities,” Danielle said. “Sort of a baseline test, to see where you need improvement. The first part will be a questionnaire.”

“Sounds like fun,” Matthew said sarcastically.

“It’s not designed to be,” she said. “But it will be informative for me. And don’t worry, the second part will be more hands-on. But that will come later. For now, follow me.”

Danielle turned and headed towards the entertainment area. Matthew followed like a dog at heel. He would follow that ass anywhere without any hesitation.

When they arrived at the other side of the room Danielle motioned towards the couch. “Lie down and make yourself comfortable.” She pointed at the side opposite the lounge chair, where a pillow was sitting. “Put your head over there.”

Matthew did as he was told. The couch was dark leather and plush. Soft as hell. As was the pillow. He got comfortable quite easily.

Danielle walked over towards the entertainment center. She pulled a clipboard and a ball-point pen off one of the shelves, then picked up a pair of black-rimmed glasses and put them on. When she turned to face Matthew again, his heart fluttered in his chest and his cock got a little bit harder.

Danielle saw the look on his face and smiled. “You like the glasses, huh?”

Matthew nodded vigorously.

“Yeah, most guys do. That whole slutty librarian thing.”

“Exactly,” Matthew said.

She walked back towards him and sat down in the lounge chair down by his feet. Danielle crossed her legs, forcing her skirt to ride up her leg, drawing his attention. He could almost see up her skirt. Almost, but not quite.

A few seconds later Matthew realized that Danielle was watching him watch her. He lifted his head slightly, pausing just for a moment at her glorious tits—which were hanging out of her dress even more because of the position she was in—and settled in on her face. Once their eyes were once again locked, she resumed talking.

“As I was saying earlier,” she continued, “Based on yesterday, we know some of your general strengths and weaknesses. First of all, you have a very nice cock. Big but not too huge, plus it gets real hard, which is always a bonus. Second, you know how to use it. You’re not a pro by any means but you’re not an amateur either. Third, you can go multiple times in one day, which is always nice. And even nicer still is the fact that you don’t need a whole lot of time in between sessions before you’re ready to go. Also, you seem to actually be a pretty nice guy, which is great, and even though you’re a little shy, you’re not scared. All in all a pretty damn good place to start. As for areas that need general improvement: Stamina, for one. Confidence for another. And I’m sure we’ll have to make you more adventurous in bed. But those will come in time. What I need to find out today is some more specific things.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for example, how well do you eat pussy?”

“Are you asking me?”

Danielle nodded.

Matthew shrugged. “I don’t really know. I’ve done it a couple of times, and the feedback I got was pretty good, but I doubt if the girls I was doing it too really knew the difference between good and bad head. I think they were just excited to have someone that was willing to do that to them.”

“Was it your idea or theirs?”

“It was mine with one, the other was theirs.”

“Did you like it?”

Matthew’s face went red.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Danielle said. “Just answer it truthfully.”

“Actually I kind of did,” Matthew said. “It wasn’t my absolute favorite thing to do, but it was pretty fun.”

“Trust me, that’s a good thing,” Danielle said. “There is a serious dearth of men who eat good pussy, and even fewer that actually enjoy it. But as long as you enjoy it, I can teach you how to do it properly.”

For some reason this made Matthew blush even more.

“Moving on,” Danielle said. “Answer quickly, without thinking too much. And don’t worry about what this means, I’m just trying to get an idea of what you have and haven’t done. So I know where we stand.”


“Good, then let’s get started. Ready?”


“Have you ever licked someone’s asshole.”

Matthew shook his head, his embarrassment deepening. But Danielle didn’t seem to notice. And if she did notice she didn’t dwell on it. She simply made a mark on the paper attached to the clipboard and moved on.

“Ever had your asshole licked?” she asked, her eyes looking up from the clipboard for a moment to read his expression.

He shook his head again.

“Given anal sex?”


“Wanted to?”

A pause, then Matthew answered, “Yes.”

Danielle wrote something down.

“Received anal sex?”


“Wanted to?”

“Not particularly.”

Again she paused, perhaps lending more credence to his not-so adamant denial than he’d meant to convey. But he didn’t have time to elaborate. Danielle was asking the questions more quickly now, rapid-fire style, which lessened Matthew’s sense of embarrassment considerably despite the nature of the questions but didn’t leave any room for discussion.

“Have you ever stuck your finger in someone’s asshole?” she asked.


“Had someone stick their finger in your asshole?”


“Does that make you uncomfortable to think about a girl playing with your asshole?”

“A little bit.”

“Why? Because it seems gay to you?”

“Not really,” he said. “It’s just something  that doesn’t seem like it would feel very good.”

“I see,” Danielle said, writing this down. Then, looking up at him, she asked: “What if you were assured that it did. Would you be open to trying it then?”

He shrugged. “Sure. I guess.”

Danielle made another note on her clipboard. 

“Double-teamed a girl.”


“Been with two or more girls at the same time.”


“Have you ever peed on a girl?”


“Wanted to?”

Matthew laughed softly and shook his head. “No.” He noticed Danielle was no longer even looking at her clipboard. Her eyes were locked onto his face.

“Ever had your balls sucked on?”


“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes. Very much.”

“What about deepthroated?”


“Wanted to?”


“Have you ever tied a girl up?”


“Wanted to?”


“Been tied up?”


“Wanted to?”

A minor hesitation, then, “Yes.”

“Interesting,” Danielle said. “Just a few more and we’ll be done. For now, at least.”

Matthew nodded in understanding.

“Before yesterday, how many girls had you fucked?”


“How many did you cum inside?”


“On their stomach or tits?”


“On their face?”


“Did you want to?”


“What about in their mouth?”


“Did you want to?”


“Did you titty-fuck any of them?”


“Did you want to?”

“A couple them, yes.”

“Did any of them ever sit on your face?”


“Did you want any of them to?”

“It never crossed my mind.”

“Is that something you’d object to?”

Matthew paused as he thought about it for a moment. “No.”

“Did you ever get rough with any of them?”


“Did you want to?”

“Yes. With a couple of them.”

“How many?”

“Two. No, make that three.”

“Did any of them ever get rough with you?”

“No. But one liked to take charge.”

“Did you like that?”

“Yes. Sometimes, at least.”

“Have you ever fucked a stranger?”


“Have you ever wanted to?”


“Well, that’s about it,” Danielle said, setting the clipboard and pen on her lap. “One last question and then we’re done.”


“Was this awkward for you?”

“A little at first. But by the end, no.”

“That’s good to hear,” Danielle said. She set the clipboard on the stand next to her chair and started to take off the glasses.

“Do you mind keeping those on?” Matthew asked.

“You like them that much, huh?”

He nodded.

“Do you want me to suck your cock with them on?”

He nodded more vigorously.

Danielle laughed. “Okay, but first you have to do something for me.”


“You said you’ve eaten pussy a couple times before, right?”


“And that you thought you were pretty good at it.”

“That’s what I was told.”

“But more importantly, you enjoyed it, right?”

“That’s right.”

“Then come on over here and show me what you’ve got,” Danielle said, pulling the bottom half of her dress up over her waist and spreading her legs. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was smooth, recently shaved. And glistening. Apparently the questions had excited her as much as they had excited Matthew.

He practically leapt off the couch and was on his knees in front of Danielle within seconds. He looked up at her expectantly, awaiting instructions.

“This is all you,” Danielle said. “I’m not going to give you any direction. I want to see what kind of skills you have.”

Matthew nodded, then took a deep breath, grabbed ahold of her thighs, spread them slightly and pressed his face between her legs. He went to work on her shaved, incredibly smooth pussy, starting off slowly, licking the outside of her pussy lips, tasting her tangy sweetness on the tip of his tongue.

He glanced up to see how she was reacting and saw her looking down at him, watching him carefully, a little smile perched on her lips. She definitely looked happy but not ecstatic, so he figured he needed to turn things up a notch bit. Returning his attention back to her pussy, he changed his approach.

Matthew stuck his tongue out and ran it up her pussy, starting at the bottom of her snatch and slowly moving it up to the top, lapping at it like a kitten drinking milk. Danielle started to moan softly so he increased his speed, licking more quickly now, his rigid tongue slipping deeper and deeper into her silky smooth insides with every pass.

He ventured another glance up and saw that Danielle’s eyes were closed and her head turned slightly towards the ceiling. The look on her face plus the increased sounds of pleasure coming from her mouth excited Matthew. He could feel his cock pressing painfully against his pants. He was enjoying this more than he’d ever thought possible.

Danielle’s juices were gushing, drenching Matthew’s face, inciting him further. Feeling adventurous, Matthew grabbed Danielle’s legs, pushed them back further, giving him better access to her pussy. Then he took a deep breath and buried his head in between Danielle’s legs, smashing his face up against her flesh, forcing his tongue deeper inside her dripping wet pussy.

Danielle let out an excited little yelp, followed by a deep, pleasurable groan. Matthew shook his head back and forth quickly, further covering his face in her juices. He backed off for just a second to catch his breath.

He looked up at Danielle and saw that she had pulled her dress down, exposing her glorious tits, and was groping them with both her hands. Happy and proud and excited all at the same time, he dove back between her legs once again.

“Holy fuck,” Danielle moaned as Matthew went back to work on her pussy, digging his tongue in as deep as he could get it. “Right there, Matthew. Right fucking there.”

Danielle grabbed the back of Matthew’s head with both hands and pulled him further up inside her, holding his face up against her flesh, her pussy opening up even more, allowing him deeper access to her insides.

Matthew breathed Danielle in, her wet, musky, tangy sweetness his only nourishment while she moved her body against his face, sliding her pussy up and down on his rigid tongue, riding his face, her legs quivering as she approached orgasm.

And then she was there, her body tensing up for a moment before relaxing, an intense moan coming from her mouth as her pussy juices flowed out of her, soaking Matthew even further.

Danielle released his head, allowing him to breathe properly. He did so in gasping breaths, a big smile on his face while he looked up at Danielle, her nipples hard and her tits glistening with sweat as her chest heaved. Her hair was messed up and it hung down over her face, covering half of it. Her eyes were locked on his and her mouth was turned up in a satisfied smile.

“Well, what did you think?” Matthew asked, his own grin threatening to split his face in two.

“I have to admit, I’m pleasantly surprised,” Danielle said. “You were pretty damn good down there. A hell of a lot better than most men. And even some women.”

“Thanks,” Matthew replied, starting to blush once again.

Danielle laughed. “Still embarrassed, huh?”

“Not by what I did,” Matthew said. “But hearing it come from your mouth. For some reason that still has a strange effect on me.”

“Don’t fret it,” Danielle said. “I think it’s cute.”

This just caused Matthew to blush even more, which made Danielle laugh louder.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Matthew said.

“What? Tried to embarrass you more?”

He nodded.

Danielle shrugged. Her smirk was predatory. “Maybe just a little. But enough talk. It’s time to repay your generosity.”

She climbed out of the chair and helped Matthew to his feet, then spun him around and dropped him down into the spot she’d just been in.

With her skimpy little dress still bundled around her waist and the black-rimmed glasses still on her face, Danielle bent over, undid Matthew’s belt, opened up his fly, and pulled his pants off, revealing his rock-hard cock.

Danielle smiled. “Eating me out turned you on that much?”

Matthew nodded.

She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock. Laughing, she said, “It’s hard enough to hammer nails into a two-by-four.”

“Yeah, but I don’t know for how long,” Matthew said.

“You’re that close to being done already?”

Matthew nodded sheepishly.

“Wow, you really do enjoy eating pussy. I’ve never seen anything like it. At least, not from a man.”

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be sorry,” Danielle said. “Not at all. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with it.”  

“Okay,” Matthew said. “If you say so.” But he didn’t sound like he believed her.

“I’m serious,” Danielle said. “It’s a good thing. A very good thing. Trust me.”

“I believe you.”

With her hand still wrapped around his shaft, Danielle dropped down to her knees. Looking up at him from behind his cock, she said, “We’ll just take care of this real quick and then move on. We’ve got all day to play around.”

And with that, Danielle took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

Matthew moaned and took in a sharp breath, then let it out slowly. It was all he could do to not cum right then and there.

Danielle understood his situation and didn’t waste any time, her lips moving up and down on his cock in tandem with her hand, both working in unison, establishing a perfect rhythm, knowing that it was pointless trying to prolong things and just making it as pleasurable as possible for Matthew in the short time he had before he shot his load.

Moving quickly, Danielle was taking his cock halfway down before bouncing back up again, her hand following right behind her mouth, using the saliva she produced to jerk him off while she sucked his cock. Wet, slurping sounds filled the room as she moved faster and faster, taking him deeper and deeper in her mouth, maintaining eye contact the entire time, her eyes behind the glasses locked on his.

Matthew gripped the sides of the chair and held his breath, but it was no use. He was no longer able to prolong the inevitable. He muttered, “Shit, shit, shit,” and shifted in the chair so he was leaning forward just a bit, holding on as much as possible, trying to extract every last millisecond out of the experience before cumming.

Even though he was right on the edge, Danielle didn’t slow down. She continued going after his cock with the same speed and intensity, even as his body tensed up in preparation of orgasm.

“Holy shit,” Matthew said, trying to give Danielle one last chance to get out of the way before he came.

But Matthew didn’t have to worry. Danielle knew exactly what she was doing. She kept on blowing him right up until the point where he started to cum, popping her mouth off his cock just as the first veins of white semen came shooting out of the tip of his cock.

She continued jerking him off as he came, aiming his cock at her chest, taking Matthew’s seed all over her tits as his body shuddered beneath her.

Danielle jerked him off to completion, then slapped his cock against her tits a couple of times to make sure it was completely empty before letting go of it.

Matthew closed his eyes and shook his head quickly from side to side then took a deep breath before opening them again. Danielle was still sitting there on the floor, a big smile on her face, his semen snaking it’s way down her chest and towards her stomach, leaving little snail trails in their wake.

Matthew watched as she rubbed his cum into her skin, all over her tits, on top of her nipples, which were still hard. He wasn’t exactly sure why but watching her play with his cum was strangely exciting, which made him realize that even though he’d just came a minute or so ago his dick was still sticking straight-up, as hard as it had been when they first started.

Danielle noticed it too, nodding in the direction of his cock.

“Does it always stay hard like that?”

Matthew shook his head. “It never has before.”

“Do you think you can keep it up?”

“I have no idea.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” Danielle said, climbing to her feet and then onto the chair.

Before Matthew realized what was happening, Danielle was straddling him, one leg on each side of his body, her knees and shins lying against the cushion, her ass pressing back against his cock as she sat on his lap.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Matthew said.

“Why not?” she replied, lifting her body up and grabbing ahold of his cock. “Have you done something like this before?”

“No, but—”

“Then how do you know?” Danielle said as she pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy but didn’t slide it in. “It might be the best idea ever. Let’s find out.”

And with that, Danielle dropped her body onto Matthew’s, her pussy engulfing his cock as it slipped inside her.

“Ho-ly fuck,” Matthew said, drawing the words out between deep breaths.

“It feels that good, huh?” Danielle said, smiling like a shark.

Matthew just nodded because he couldn’t talk.

It was good, very good. But it was strange too. Different than anything he’d experienced before. Because it was so soon after he’d just finished, his cock was extremely sensitive, far more so than normal. So even though it was still hard it was also very tender.

So far, Danielle was taking it slow and gentle, but even so, he was right on the edge between pleasure and pain. Every little movement made him wince just a bit, and when she bottomed out, her pussy pressing up against his balls, he had to bite his bottom lip to keep from crying out.

Danielle saw his predicament and took it easy on Matthew, staying on top of him with his cock all the way inside of her, not moving at all except to lean forward and stick her tongue in his mouth.

Grateful for the temporary reprieve, Matthew explored the inside of her mouth with his tongue, the pure bliss of making out with Danielle taking his mind off the precarious position his cock was in.

Once he had himself back under control, he slid his hands under Danielle’s ass, spread her cheeks, and lifted up slightly, signaling to her that it was okay to start riding him again.

She took his cue and ran with it, bouncing up and down on his cock; slowly at first but quickly picking up speed until she was riding him like a cowgirl, forcing his hands out from under her ass because she was hammering him so aggressively.

Matthew’s cock was as hard as ever, having not lost once iota of stiffness since they’d started. It was still more sensitive than usual, but not painfully so. His cock felt like it was on the verge of cumming, when the rest of his body was telling him he was still pretty far away from orgasm. It was strange, and different and wonderful. Yet another new experience brought to him by this gorgeous woman sitting atop him.

His hands were getting lonely, so he slid them up her belly and slipped them under her tits, holding them in the palms of his hands. She leaned back, showing him the hollow of her neck and accentuating her tits by pushing them out even further.

With his hands still groping her tits, Matthew straightened his arms, forcing her back even more, changing the angle of his cock just a bit. He got his hips into the act, bouncing them up as she bottomed out on his cock, giving his cock deeper access to the inside of her.

The low sounds of their grunts and hard breathing combined with the slapping of their bodies together and the sloshing of their juices to create a cacophony of sound that was music to Matthew’s ears. A symphony of sex.

Danielle grabbed his wrists and pulled them off her tits then leaned forward once again, even farther this time, pinning his wrists to the chair next to his head. Holding them in place, staring right down at him with an intense look, her body positioned so it seemed like she was hovering over him, Danielle slammed her body down on his, riding Matthew’s cock from tip to base, picking up speed with every pass.

Danielle was moving so aggressively against Matthew now that she could no longer maintain her balance, so she released his wrists and transferred her hands to his chest, pressing down on him with her palms, giving herself more leverage as she pummeled him, impaling herself on his cock.

She was hammering away at him, her body slamming down upon his, every thrust forcing his cock deeper and deeper inside her. She looked like a woman possessed, hair bouncing everywhere, covering up half her face, eyes boring down on him, her head tilted slightly to the side, her features screwed up in a mask of concentration.

From the look on Danielle’s face it was obvious she wanted something from him and she wasn’t going to slow down until she had it.

Luckily for Matthew she wasn’t far away; he didn’t know how much more he could take of her hammering away at him like this.

A couple of deep, guttural growls and then Danielle had one of her hands around his throat, lightly choking him as she rose towards orgasm.

Once Matthew got over the shock of Danielle taking control over him like that, her hand around his throat had a surprising effect. He’d never had a woman take things to such a level, had never even considered the possibility of it, actually, but he quickly realized that he liked it. A lot.

He wasn’t sure exactly what it was that got him so excited—Danielle taking charge, the slightly painful sensation, the sheer filthiness of it, the taboos it broke, or something else entirely—but it instantly took him right to the edge of orgasm. Where just seconds earlier he felt as though he could last for hours before cumming, now he was holding on for dear life, once again trying to extract just a few more seconds of pleasure before it all came crashing down.

Danielle, being the attentive, experienced woman that she was, instantly recognized the effect of her hand around his throat, so she squeezed a little harder, her trademarked evil little smile making it’s way onto her face while she continued slamming down on him.

The increased pressure led to increased excitement for Matthew and he knew he was a few heartbeats away from cumming now. And from the look on Danielle’s face, she was too. So Matthew did everything he could to get her there at the same time he did.

He put all his energy into lifting his hips upwards into her, trying to match her intensity with his own, giving it absolutely everything he could with every thrust. And it seemed to work, as Danielle bit down on her bottom lip and let out a deep, guttural groan at the same time Matthew’s seed came shooting up out of his cock and deep into Danielle’s pussy.

She bounced on top of him one last time, then stayed down, wrapping her arms around the back of his head and pulling him in towards her and holding him tightly against her while she grinded her hips against his groin in a back-and-forth motion a couple more times before finally shuddering one last time and then falling still.

Danielle pulled his head back and rested her forehead on his.

“Wow,” she said. “Color me impressed.”

Smiling, Matthew said, “Not too bad, huh?”

“Not bad at all,” she said. “You’re much further along that I expected you to be. Are you sure you’re not some closet gigolo or something?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Then you must just be a natural. I’d heard my girlfriends whisper about them but have never come across one before. I always thought they were just a myth.”

Danielle climbed off him and lied down, her back on the carpet. She patted the spot next to her and Matthew climbed off the chair and lied down by her side.

“Well,” she said. “How are you liking things so far?”

“I’m loving them,” Matthew said. “And you. There’s only thing that’s bothering me a little.”

“What’s that?”

Matthew paused for a moment then, said, “I know I probably shouldn’t be asking this question, but I just can’t let it go. It’s been on my mind since I left your house yesterday.”

“You’re wondering why I’m doing this, right?”

Matthew nodded.

Danielle smiled. “Come with me to the shower and I’ll tell you a little story on the way.”

“Sounds good,” Matthew said. He stood up and offered his hand to Danielle. She took it and he helped her up. Walking side-by-side, they made their way towards the bathroom on the other side of the room.

“I want to tell you about a young woman about your age who absolutely loved sex,” Danielle said. “She loved the feel of it, the excitement, the sheer pleasure of penetration. For a couple of years she had taken care of all her needs herself; she had been raised to think that sex was a shameful thing, and was afraid to venture out into the real world and find a man to pleasure her. But eventually her needs trumped her fears and she began to seek out men. Her first few experiences were with young men about her own age. But she soon found out that they were way too anxious, way too quick, and most of all way too selfish to please her the way she needed to be pleased. So eventually she moved on a few years, to slightly older men—still young; mid-20’s, most of them—but she realized they had the same problems as the younger ones. Not as pronounced, most of the time—except for the selfish part, of course—but pretty much the same issues cropped up.”

Here Danielle paused. They had reached the bathroom. She pulled open the door to the double-headed shower and turned the water on to get it heated up. Then she closed the door and turned back towards Matthew and resumed talking.

“So she continued moving on, trying out all sorts of different men, different ages, different nationalities, from all different walks of life, but came away from the experience vastly disappointed. Sure, there were the occasional men that knew what they were doing, but for the most part she realized that men, as a whole, were really shitty in the sack. So one day she came to a decision. Whenever she came across a young man with potential she would take it upon herself to make sure he realized that potential. She would teach him everything she knew, starting from the ground up, molding him into a man that could satisfy a woman’s every need, so that hopefully there would be fewer young girls like herself who came away disappointed in the quality of men.”

“So you’re a humanitarian,” Matthew said.

“That’s right,” Danielle said, grabbing a couple of towels from the linen closet. “I’m just trying to make the world a better place. One young man at a time.”

“Are you ever tempted to keep one of these men for yourself after your job’s done?”

“Tempted? Yes,” she said. “But I’ve never done it.”

“Why not?”

“Because that would be selfish of me,” she said as she set the towels on the counter near the shower. “My purpose is to teach young men how to excel in bed and then set them free to put their newfound knowledge to use. Spread the joy, so to speak. To keep them for myself would be to deny other women the pleasure of being with them. Besides, I love the teaching part. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy tasting the fruits of my labor once my job is finished, but the part I love the most is taking the raw material and molding it in something wondrous.”

“So that’s where this is going to end up? With me being a stud in the sack?”

“Oh, you’ll be much more than just a stud,” Danielle said. “You’ll be a god. Capable of pleasing a woman in ways she didn’t even know were possible.”

Danielle opened the shower door and climbed in. Matthew followed. She made her way to one of the shower heads. He took the other. The water was piping hot. It felt great on his skin.

“You really think you can pull it off with me?” Matthew said, turning towards Danielle, letting the water cascade over his back.

“I haven’t failed yet,” Danielle said, smiling over her shoulder at him. “And to be perfectly honest, you’re pretty far along already. I have a feeling you’re going to be one of my easier students.”

 “Really?” Matthew said. “There are people worse than I am when you get ahold of them?”

“Much worse,” Danielle said. She had turned towards him and was soaping herself up, paying extra attention to her pussy, getting it nice and clean. “You’ve got most of the basic skills down already. You lack refinement, sure, but that can be taught pretty easily. It just take practice. And you have the most important things. A great body. A nice cock. But more importantly you have the right attitude. You’re respectful, considerate, and overall a nice guy, which is essential.”

She tossed the soap over to him. He caught it and started rubbing the bar over his body. He was reluctant to wash her smell off him but figured it was only temporary.

“Plus you seem like you genuinely want to learn,” Danielle continued while rinsing the soap of her body. “With most of the kids these days, you’re lucky if you find someone that has one of those attributes. But you have all three. Which means you’re way ahead of the game already.”

Matthew was smiling; he couldn’t help it. His home life had been pretty rough and compliments were hard to come by. Being praised by such a gorgeous, accomplished, incredible woman made him feel pretty damn good inside. The outside was feeling pretty good too as he watched her rinse the soap off her skin.

“Don’t get too proud of yourself,” Danielle said. “You still have quite a bit of work to do.”

“Like what?”

“Well, for starters you need to become more confident in bed. More forceful. Stop feeling your way around so much, waiting to see how I’m going to react before doing something. Just do what you want. For the most part, women like a man who knows what he wants and then takes it. Hesitant men are boring.”

“So more confidence and less hesitation,” Matthew said. He set the soap down and started rinsing it off his body. “I think I handle that. What else is there?”

“We definitely need to work on your stamina,” Danielle said. “What happened earlier was a perfect example; don’t get me wrong, it’s admirable that eating my pussy got you almost excited enough to cum while you were doing it, but it also cut short was came afterwards.”

“Yeah, that was pretty pathetic.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she said, turning off the water and leaving the shower. “In a weird way it’s actually pretty impressive. But I definitely need to teach you how to control yourself better.”

Matthew turned off his water and followed Danielle out of the shower. She tossed him a towel. They both started to dry themselves off.

“And how exactly do you do that?” he asked.

“Oh, there’s a few different ways. We’ll try some of them out at a later date. One of these days we’ll spend the whole afternoon on it. I’ll set up a little gauntlet that tests your self-control.”

“Sounds like fun.”

“It will be,” she said.

“What else do I need to work on?” Matthew asked.

“Well, eventually we need to get you to be a whole lot more adventurous, but that comes in steps. One thing at a time, then build upon it, taking things a little further, then a little further. That’ll come in time, though. You can’t rush that part.”

“Anything else?”

“Just overall refinement, more than anything. But again, that comes with repetition. Just like anything else, the best way to get better in bed is by practice, practice, and more practice.”

“I think I can handle that.”

“So you say now,” Danielle said as she hung her towel on the rack to dry. “But we’ll see, my young friend. We’ll see.”

Matthew tossed his towel onto the counter defiantly. A little smirk played on his face. “You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you think you can handle it,” she said, matching his grin with one of her own. Challenging him. Daring him. Taunting him. “But when push comes to shove, and you’re trying to get it up again after cumming four times already that day, we’ll see if you really can handle it.”

“Four times? That’s it?”

Smiling wider now, Danielle said, “Big talk from a man who’s only come twice so far.”

“The key phrase being so far,” Matthew said.

“What are you saying? That you’re ready to go again?”

“Hell yes.”

“Fine by me,” Danielle said. “But this time, I want you to take more control. Be more forceful.”

“I’ll try.”

“That’s not good enough. You need to just step up and do it.”

“I don’t know if I can.”

“Why not?”

He shrugged.

“Come on,” Danielle said. “Don’t be afraid to talk about it. The only way to make progress is to have open communication about what the issues are. Otherwise they stay hidden and don’t get addressed. And that’s how things fester.”

“It’s just . . .” Matthew trailed off, not sure how to put it into words without sounding cruel.

“Spit it out,” Danielle said. “Don’t be shy.”

“Fine. But you have to promise not to take this the wrong way.”

She held her hand up, palm out. “I swear.”

Matthew took a deep breath, let it out slowly. He didn’t know how to say what was on his mind so he took Danielle’s advice and just spit it out. “I’m kind of intimidated.”

“By me specifically? Or women in general.”

“Not all women. But women like you.”

“Like me in what way?”

“Older than me. Bold. Gorgeous. You know, women like you, what few of them there are.”

Danielle smiled. “Well, first of all, thank you for the compliments. Second: Of course you’re intimidated; in case you hadn’t figured it out yet, that’s just the way I am. Bold and brash and beautiful. Which men aren’t used to.”

“I know, and I get that,” Matthew said. “And I’m grateful for the way you are, because if you were just a typical woman I wouldn’t be here right now. Your boldness is the reason I’ve had so much fun over the last couple of days. But that doesn’t change the fact that it makes you intimidating too. And it’s hard to take control over someone who intimidates you.”

“Fair enough,” Danielle said. “So if, for example, I was a quiet, petite, little 18-year old blonde who fawned at your feet you’d have no problem taking control over me?”

Matthew laughed and shook his head.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’m just trying to imagine you as a petite blonde, that’s all.”

“How’s it working for you?”

“Not so well. I like you as you are.”

“But if I was a little blonde about your age . . .”

“Then I wouldn’t foresee any issues,” Matthew said.

“That’s good to know,” she said.

Matthew tilted his head slightly. He recognized the look on Danielle’s face. Something was working behind those beautiful eyes of hers. “Why?”

“No reason,” she said. “Just curious.”

He didn’t buy it but didn’t press her on it either.

“What about if we had a few drinks?” Danielle asked. “Would that help make me less intimidating?”

“If I was drunk enough I’d probably be able to get over my fear,” he said. “But that’s kind of a cop-out, isn’t it?”

“A little bit,” she said. “But not really. It’s a start, a little step. Something to build on. So what do you say?”

“You want to try it right now?”

“Sure,” Danielle said. “Why not? I’ve got a fully stocked bar just over there. Let’s start drinking and see what happens.”

Matthew pretended to think about it for a moment, when in reality the decision had already been made in his head. “Sure,” he said. “Let’s give it a shot.”

“Great. Then follow me.” Danielle grabbed his hand and led him over to the bar next to the TV.

Once there, she pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels and a couple of shot glasses. “They key is to get drunk enough to erase your inhibitions but not too drunk that you don’t remember what happened the next day,” she said as she filled the little glasses with the amber liquid. “Otherwise it defeats the purpose.”

“Then why are we drinking Jack? Shouldn’t we start off with something a little more mellow?”

“It’s just a couple shots to get us jump-started,” she said, handing him one of the glasses. “Bottoms up.”

Danielle shot the Jack back with a little flick of her head. Matthew did the same, grimacing slightly as it went down. They both set the glasses down on the counter.

Smiling, Danielle filled them up again. “One more and then we’ll slow things down,” she said.

Matthew took a deep breath and nodded. This time, he shot the Jack first and Danielle followed. The second one went down a little easier. He set the glass down and so did Danielle.

“Do you like your wine red or white?” she asked.

“Red, I guess. I don’t drink it very often.”

“Then cab it is,” Danielle said, pulling a bottle of the rack. “This is Silver Oak. Pretty good stuff. It should go down pretty easy.”

“Sounds good.”

Danielle pulled a couple of wine glasses and an opener from behind the bar and got to work on the bottle. Matthew could already feel the Jack starting to work it’s way into his system, loosening him up just a hair. It felt good.

Danielle poured the wine and handed him a glass and the rest of the bottle and they made their way back over to the couch and sat. She grabbed a remote and turned the TV on, found a sitcom in syndication. They both relaxed and drank their wine and watched the show, their occasional laughter punctuated by sips from their respective glasses.

An hour later they had just finished their second bottle of wine. Matthew was feeling good and drunk; not quite wasted, but pretty close. With Danielle it was hard to tell. She’d drank just as much as he had, but despite her being little more than half his size she didn’t seem like the alcohol was affecting her as much.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

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