HORNY LESSONS {Sex~stories}
the temptation grows (part 2)
[9:23 PM – Mrs. Suri's Bedroom]
mrs. suri
“Strip.”
(cold, commanding. Her eyes cut into him like a blade, no mercy.)
rishabh
(swallows hard, hands trembling as he pulls off his shirt) “Y-yes, ma’am…”
mrs. suri
“Faster. I don’t have all night.”
(she steps closer, fingers dragging down his bare chest—slow, deliberate, testing his skin like a predator sizing up prey)
rishabh
(barely a whisper) “You’re… so beautiful.”
mrs. suri
“Flatter me with your body, not your words.”
(she pushes him backward onto the bed, hard—her heel digging into his thigh. Her robe slips from her shoulders, revealing soft curves, dark nipples hardening under the dim light.)
mrs. suri
“You’re wet already, little boy. Did you think I wouldn’t notice? You’re dripping for me.”
(she strokes herself languidly, voice low, cruel)
“Do you know what I want to do to you? How I want to take you apart?
rishabh
(breath hitching) “Please… I’m yours.”
mrs. suri
“Mine doesn’t mean nice.”
(her nails rake down his chest, making him shudder)
“You’re going to learn what a real woman demands. Not some innocent boy’s fantasies.”
rishabh
“I’m ready. I want to please you.”
mrs. suri
“Good.”
(she reaches under the bed, pulling out a thick leather flogger—cracking it sharply in the air)
“This is your punishment… and your pleasure.”
rishabh
(eyes wide, heart racing) “W-what?”
mrs. suri
“Brace yourself.”
(she lashes the flogger across his chest—hard—making him gasp and arch into the sting)
“You’re going to beg me to stop. But I won’t. Because I want to hear you scream my name.”
rishabh
(panting, trembling) “Please… Mrs. Suri…”
rishabh
(tugs his shirt off, voice shaky) “You’re really… god, you’re really doing this with me?”
mrs. suri
“Do I look like a girl who asks permission?”
mrs. suri
“Lie down.”
(he obeys, back flat on the mattress. she straddles him immediately, nails dragging down his chest, leaving angry red trails.)
“You see this body? It’s not soft. It’s not delicate. It destroys.”
(She leans in, her breath hot on his lips but doesn’t kiss. Instead, she spits—slowly—right on his cheek.)
mrs. suri
“That’s all you deserve. Yet.”
rishabh
(panting):
“Please… touch me.”
mrs. suri
(smirking cruelly) “Touch you? You haven’t earned my hand. You haven’t earned my pussy.”
(She shifts back, positioning herself on his thigh—grinding, wet heat soaking his skin as she uses him like a toy. His cock strains, untouched.)
rishabh
(desperate):
“I—I’ll do anything…”
mrs. suri
“Oh, you will.”
(she slaps his cock—hard—watching him flinch)
“You’re going to beg. And crawl. And come only when I allow. Not a second before.”
(this time she pulled out a collar—thick black leather with a silver ring.)
mrs. suri
“Up. On your knees.”
rishabh
(rises shakily, sweat dripping down his neck) “Wh-what is that?”
mrs. suri
“Your place. Around your throat. So you never forget who you belong to.”
(She buckles it on, tugging the ring until he’s gasping—then pushes him face-first into her soaked cunt.)
mrs. suri
“Lick me. Don’t stop until my legs shake.”
rishabh
(moaning, tongue working feverishly between her folds—licking, sucking, devouring)
mrs. suri
(gripping his hair, riding his face):
“Fucking yes. That’s it. You’re better with your mouth than I expected…”
(She cums with a scream—back arched, thighs clamping tight around his face as she uses him until she’s shaking, breathless, shining with sweat.)
mrs. suri
(pulling his face up, covered in her slick):
“You think it’s over?”
(she slaps him again—hard, across the face, then grins)
“Now get on all fours, puppy. I’m going to ruin you.”
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