CFNM classy Brit dominas give BJ lesson
Title: “Blowjobs 101: A CFNM Masterclass with the Classiest British Domina”
There’s nothing quite like the sultry allure of an English rose – especially one with a dominant streak. That’s precisely what awaited us as we entered the dimly lit classroom. The air was thick with anticipation, the scent of leather and wood polish creating an intoxicating aroma.
Our professor sauntered in, her stilettos clicking against the wooden floor. Dressed in a form-fitting black dress that cinched at the waist, she exuded confidence and raw sex appeal. “Good evening, ladies,” she purred, her voice dripping with honey. “You’re in for a special treat tonight. I’m Miss Rebecca, and I’ll be your guide into the tantalizing world of blowjobs.”
Rebecca began by pacing the room, her hips swaying hypnotically. “First things first: confidence is key. You must project an aura of self-assurance, even if you’re shaking in your boots on the inside.” She gestured to her seven students, whose eyes were glued to their amenitament – an impressive line-up of stiff cocks, all painstakingly selected for their length and girth.
“Now then,” Rebecca continued, “let’s begin with the basics.” She selected a deep mahogany desk and sat atop it, crossing her legs. “Once you’ve chosen your specimen, begin by teasing him. Run your fingers lightly up and down his shaft, trace the contours of his glans, graze his inner thighs with your nails.”
As she spoke, she demonstrated, her long, manicured fingers working their magic on her lucky volunteer. The man groaned, his hips bucking slightly, but Rebecca tutted him disapprovingly. “Control, darling. You’re the prey, not the predator.”
Next, she turned her attention to the sublime art of teasing. “A little touch here, a feather-light kiss there…” She leaned in, her lips grazing the man’s ear. “I want you to keep him on the edge of ecstasy until he’s begging for release.” She punctuated each word with a slow, torturous lick along his neck.
One by one, the students followed suit, lavishing attention on their cocks, cooing encouragement as they felt the first beads of precum form. The room was awash with pleasurable groans.
Rebecca then moved on to the more practical aspects of fellatio. “Remember, it’s not just about technique. It’s about consistency. You must be able to take your partner deep without gagging.”
She demonstrated by engulfing the length of her volunteer’s cock, her throat expanding to accommodate him. The man gasped, his hands fisting in her blonde tresses. Rebecca held him there, counting to five before releasing him with a pop.
The students watched, entranced, as they each took their turn, Rebecca guiding and encouraging. “That’s it, love,” she cooed to one bent at the waist, drool leaking from the corners of her mouth. “Just relax your throat…”
She then moved on to demonstrating various moves – the classic deepthroat, the teasing lick, the quick flick, the slow swirl. “Never neglect the balls,” she added, cradling a pair in her palm and massaging gently.
Time seemed to evaporate as the class progressed. The women took their turns, tasting the musky, salty essence of cock, reveling in the power of their pursed lips.
Rebecca was like a switchboard, directing traffic, making sure each cock was swallowed up in wet heat. “Good girl,” she’d lavish on a particularly enthusiastic practitioner. ” Stammers trots!,” she’d chide to an overzealous student who was swallowing too ravenously.
As the class began to wind down, Rebecca hopped back up on her desk, addressing the panting students. “Remember, ladies, blowjobs are a tease, not a sprint. Keep it slow, keep it steady, keep it sexy.”
She turned to address the men, their cocks glistening with spit and need. “And you, gents, be a gentleman. Don’t grab or paw. Let them do their job, and reward them accordingly.”
With that, Rebecca dismissed class, the women parting with blushed faces and newfound confidence. They filed out, a Riesling of giggles and the occasional pinch.
I, however, lingered, captivated by the sexual energy still swirling in the room. Rebecca noticed, her knowing smirk turning up the corners of her glossy red lips.
“Ah, a kindred spirit,” she purred, sauntering over to where I stood, my cock a throbbing, ache in my pants.
She leaned in close, her breath hot against my ear. “It looks like you could use a little extra tutelage.” It wasn’t a question. “My office,” she commanded, “five minutes.”
I had a feeling those five minutes would be the most educational of my life. And just like that, I found myself putting what I’d learned into practice, falling to my knees before the queen of blowjobs, and beginning my new lesson.
