Lesson Learned

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Hanna greeted him at the door with a smile on her sweet lips. Dean was going to have a very good day. She hugged him tightly, her ample breasts pressing against his body. She welcomed him into her apartment as usual and told him to change his clothes quickly.

In the bathroom was a pile of folded clothes for him to change into. He never knew what he was going to wear until he unfolded them. Today she picked out a tailored pair of black business slacks, a silk tie and pink lace undies. No shirt today, he smiled.

As Dean changed in the bathroom, Hanna quickly freshened up and changed in her bedroom. She wore a gray pencil skirt and a white almost sheer deep V blouse. Her legs bear and smoother then the silk tie. Her red pumps clacked on the wooden floor. She checked herself out in the mirror fluffing her hair and reapplying her lipstick.

When she opened the door of her bedroom, she found Dean on his knees, hands clasped behind his back, looking down at the floor. She commended him for good and not peeking. She circled him like a hawk. Her fingernails grazing his body, ruffling his hair up. He smirked when he saw his favorite heels.

“You look good for a pansy. Who are you trying to impress?”

“Only you, Miss.” He spoke with confidence. He knew the answers to her questions, she had taught him well. It sounded like he might be training again today. She stopped in front of him. She was not much taller them him on his knees. She was only 5’ 2, but that did not stop her from towering over him. Hands on her hips she gave him permission to look. His heart skipped, this did not surprise him, and she was so beautiful when she was dominating.

She bent over, her cleavage inches from Deans face. She asked, “What do you know about pleasing a woman?” Her hands caressing her breasts sensually.

“I know it’s all about Her, Miss. It is how she feels, what she wants, Miss. I’m only here to please you, Miss.”

“You think you know how to please me, Dean?” She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulling him into her breasts, his muffled, “Yes, Miss,” sounded from between her soft tits.

“Stand up.”

She opened the wicker chest she kept her toys in and rummaged around, “Hands behind your head and then keep still.

She came back into view holding her favorite switch. She started tracing the tip of it over his body slowly she slowly rapped his body with it, across his chest, his stomach, his pelvis, thighs, ass, back. When she really started to work her weapon, she graded his past performance. How well he took her hits, if he flinched he was marked down half a grade, when he thanked her he earned a full grade. She would kiss the welts that she made teasing his body with her tongue and teeth. She told him how much it pleased her to watch him take such a beating from her.

She tweaked his nipples and he groaned loudly. She went back to the toy chest and picked out a few more things. She kept the toys out of view so he would not be able to see what was coming next. She came back with nipple clamps this time. He whimpered; he loved them so much. These ones had a chain connecting the clamps. His dick twitched in excitement. She noticed and held his cock in her hands, “its not big enough for me yet, is it?” She laughed and a blush crossed his cheeks, “Answer me, pig!

“No it’s not big enough, Miss,” she attached the clamps and he groaned with pleasure. She scratched all down his torso.

“Do you like your new accessories?” she gently pulled the chain. He whimpered and nodded. She pulled harder, “Be a big boy, Dean. Use your words.”

“Yes, Miss. I love these clamps”

She jerked the chain once more for good measure. Hanna turned around and pressed her body against his. She rubbed her ass against his hard on, bending forward to give him a teasing view. He wanted desperately to grab her hips and fuck her just like this. He remembered he was told to stay still and he did. Slowly she stood back up her hands behind her touching his body, reaching up grabbing his hair. Her body started to sway against his as she danced her way around him. He watched with ragged breaths and his heart racing. She turned to face him and took her time to drop it low to the floor. Her hands trialed down his chest over the clamps. He groaned like a whore. Hanna’s tongue darted out against the fabric of his tented pants. His stance wavered as she teased him.

She looked up at him standing, “stop being so selfish. This isn’t a lesson on how fast I can make you cum; it’s a lesson on how long you can please me.” She emphasized certain words with her trusty switch.

“You’re right, Miss. Please what can I do to serve you?” She tweaked his nipples and he hissed.

“Time to take these off, I have more planned for these and I don’t want to listen to you whine about them being too sensitive,” she took the clamps off returning them to the toy chest. “Now, take off your pants and get as low to the floor as you can without lying down, Understand?”

“Yes, Miss” she watch as she took off his pants. He ended up in some bent over crouched position waiting further instruction. Hanna brought over a chair and made herself comfortable, “start licking.”
Dean quickly obeyed licking the shiny red pumps. She even lifted the soles so he would be allowed to lick the bottoms. She pushed her foot against his lips, forcing him to lean back, “work your way up now slut, worship me.”

He kissed the tops of her shoes, “Miss, may I please take them off? I would love to be able to worship your feet as well.”

She smiled and granted her permission. First her left side; he picked up her leg gently and slipped the heel off placing it neatly on the floor next to his pants. He came back kneading her foot in his hands kissing and sucking her toes. She started to giggle, a little ticklish. He moved to the right side now lifting her leg before mirroring his actions as before. He kissed up her ankle and inched between her legs. He placed a hand on the pair of legs at his side, rubbing her claves. Kissing and nibbling his way up her legs his hands massaged her thick toned thighs. His tongue darted out licking her sensitive skin. She spread her legs wide.

“Use your hands more,” her voice was drenched in a lust-filled haze. His hands massaged her lower limbs. He could feel the muscles in her legs unknot as he kneaded her soft skin. While both his hands worked her legs, he worshiped her with his mouth. She would sigh in relaxation as he worked along her stems. Listening to her mewing, mixed with the scent of her desire, and his close proximity to his ultimate goal had him throbbing with need. He could not help himself when he brushed his nose against the soft lace that was her thong. Her hips moved in response to his needy actions; a positive sign. He started kissing her mound over the fabric, licking he could taste her essence though the lace. Hanna rubbed his head as she pressed his sweet face into covered cunt. She ground her hips against his mouth and tongue a little longer before pulling him away, “quickly pet, get your strap-on.”

Dean scrambled to her toy chest. His undies bulging barely holding him in, she could see his cock peaking out of the sides. He came back wearing the face strap on she received as a birthday present. She stood hiking up her skirt and so she could slip her thong off her legs. When she was comfortable in her seat, again she spread her pussy lips for him, “Go on. You know what to do.”

He began sliding the dildo along her slit. Slow up and down, rubbing her clit, sliding all the way in and all the way out. One of Hanna’s hands rubbed her clit. She commanded, “Fuck me, Slut.”

He thrust the toy into her, his head bobbing between her legs. She started moaning, her fingers making quick circles around her sensitive bud.

“Faster, you filthy bitch,” she demanded as he moaned against the gag. He felt so used. She did not even want his cock. She made him use a toy. One that brought him so close to were he longed to be. He could hear her wetness; smell her arousal. He wanted her so bad. The volume of her moans grew she was practically yelling out. Telling him how good this toy felt, how much bigger it was compared to him. How his pencil dick could not fill her pussy as this piece of plastic could. Hanna’s toes stared to curl he knew she was getting close.

“Harder,” she yells. He slams his face against her. In seconds she is coming. He pussy juices flowing down her body. She pushed him out of her, hard enough for him to fall to the floor. She instantly topped him. She guided his dick into her pussy she ripped the toy from his face and slapped his cheek. She told him that was for not being as big as her toy had felt. She pulled his nipples as she rode him like the stud she knew he could be. Her creamy tits bouncing in his face. Dean’s body shivered with the sensations she was causing. He loved hearing her talk like this to him. Loved how each insult made his heart race from humiliation and lust. How every time she twisted his nipple a wave of pleasure shot straight to his groin where her tight hot wet pussy just happened to the most pleasurable of all.

“You have two minutes, bitch. If you can’t finish by then you’ll have to wait till next time,” she scratched his chest.

“Yes, Mistress. May I fuck your ass please, Miss. I know how much you like it when your subby bitch boy fucks you like a dirty whore.” his words sent a blush and shiver down her body.

“Yes, pet, this time,” He kneeled behind her as he pounded his cock deep inside her tight ass. As he fucked her she backed into it causing, their bodies to slap erotically. He added to this by spanking her bare cheeks. She scratched his thighs, pulling him deeper, “one minute.” She rubbed her clit fast and he could feel pink hole tightened as she came again.

“Fuck,” was her only warning as he started to cum. She pushed him out of her yet again as she ruined his orgasm. His cum shot all over her ass, pussy, and thighs. She ordered him to clean the fucking mess he made. He got to work quickly. His tongue dragged across her skin licking all of his seed. When he was done, she collapsed on the floor.

“I guess you were right Dean,” she spoke out of breath, “you do know how to please me.”