I know you've been wanting to hear more about my latest adventures. How I've built up my status as an unrepentant slut and a fucking whore. How I'm A-OK with pulling down my blouse and lifting my skirt, offering my big tits and my unshaved pussy to whoever asks nicely.
Are you hard yet, fucker? Let me tell you about what I did on my trip to Minneapolis last month.
When I originally heard about the concept, I was skeptical. Experiences I've had in the past with young guys have been hit and miss. But the web site said they'd pay a substantial fee for approved female instructors (read: high four figures), plus accommodations, food, and travel. Also, the educational component got me hot. (I don't know why, but it kind of made me flash back to the time I was at the public library with you, sitting on a stool in the stacks, flashing my pussy at you as you browsed through sex titles.)
Once I'd pulled together all my paperwork, it took less than 24 hours for Deanna, who operates the company from her home in Oakland, to sign off on my application back in April. Bam!
So that's how I found myself at the Courtyard by Marriott Minneapolis Airport. The group takes over the sixth floor for the weekend twice a year under the name of "The Literacy Enhancement Association of America." In terms of word of mouth, it's pretty well-known locally what actually goes on at the event, but Minny's quite liberal and they've never had any complaints. Attendance is usually between 30 to 50 total, including the instructors, the students and their companions.
Shortly after I got in, they took me and the other instructors downtown in a mini-van for dinner at Ruth's Chris Steak House. I was really impressed by the other women. Very sex-positive. The youngest in our group was 38 and the oldest had just turned 51. All in all, there were two writers, the head of a New York PR agency, a bakery owner, a massage therapist, a pro dominatrix, and a wealthy wife who'd told her husband she was going to a yoga retreat. Mostly Americans, two Canadians, one woman from the Netherlands, and another from Germany.
The German woman told me she'd taught a masturbation seminar at the Exotic Erotic Ball in San Francisco in 2009, and we realized we might have crossed paths. During dessert, the PR woman pulled out her smartphone and passed around a video of her getting fucked by two young black guys in a hotel room at a Barbados resort while her boyfriend watched and jacked off. "I see you've been practicing for this," I teased her. "Every chance I get," she said with a smile. Very hot.
The first session was scheduled for 10 am on Saturday morning after the buffet breakfast. We still hadn't met our students or their companions, although I'd read the binder of info that was left in my room with my welcome kit.
I'd chosen "Hosting" and "Supervision" as my preferences when I originally signed up, meaning that the lesson would take place in my room, and the companion would be there to watch, comment and encourage. I love being watched while I'm being sexual, whether I'm getting fingerfucked on a poolside chaise in the Caribbean or flogged in front of a play party crowd in Berlin.
Naturally, I dressed to thrill for my guests. I'd bought a new pair of crotchless black fishnet tights that almost entirely exposed my ass. I also put on a red-and-black leather bra made out of thin straps, which gripped my nipples lightly, but could be spread apart for easy sucking access. I have huge tits and they looked pretty fucking spectacular in this bra.
I pulled on a white, almost-see-through silk dressing gown to enable me to build up the tease. I thought about putting on my black Prada pumps, but decided to go barefoot. Didn't want this poor kid to blow his load as soon as he saw me.
The knock on my door came precisely at 10. I opened the door with a smile to meet my student and his companion.
There stood a vivacious woman in her late 40's with green eyes and shoulder-length dirty blonde hair, wearing a black Zara dress that showcased her ample cleavage along with a white pearl necklace. Holding her hand was a much younger guy, a shade over six feet tall, with dark wavy hair and a gorgeous if nervous smile. I could see the definition of his abs through his green Lacoste polo shirt.
"Oh my gosh, it's good to finally meet you!" the woman said. "Just look at you! You're gorgeous. My goodness. I'm Heather, and this is Mario."
I introduced myself and we shook hands. Mario's eyes were all over me. I could feel myself glowing from his attention. "Why don't you two come on in?"
They took off their shoes. I had the dining table set up with glasses of water. "Let's sit down by the window for the briefing," I said.
I walked very slowly over to the table, feeling the lust building up in the room. Pure anticipation.
"So," I said, pointing to my binder. "This gives me a little information about you two. But I'd like to know more. How did you end up getting paired up as student and companion this weekend."
"Well, we're both from Duluth, a couple of hours north of here," Heather said, putting her hand on mine. "I'm actually an assistant professor in the Department of Classical Studies at the university there. Mario is a sophomore. But we knew each other for a couple of years before he enrolled."
"I'm majoring in psychology and I'm on the swim team," Mario volunteered. "Heather's known my parents for about 10 years now. They're members of the same swinger club."
"Got it," I said, feeling my cunt twinge in anticipation. "And whose idea was it for you to come out for some literacy enhancement this weekend?"
"I just turned 20," Mario said sheepishly. "So this was my mom's birthday present to me. I've been aware of her lifestyle for a few years now, and I'm very interested in getting involved myself. But they serve alcohol at the club and I can't get in till I'm 21."
"Gosh, I told Annika - I told his mom: 'Mario would be just a wonderful addition to the club,'" Heather said with a smile, putting her other hand on top of Mario's. "He's well-mannered. He's got a great work ethic. He listens. I mean, when I come over for dinner, he always offers me a glass of Merlot and a foot rub. He's got a 3.9 GPA!"
"Quite a student, apparently," I said with a wink. I opened up my dressing gown a little bit to show off my voluptuous figure. Mario's mouth opened a little as he admired my cleavage wordlessly. I was loving it.
"Does he have a girlfriend?" I asked Heather.
"Not right now," Heather said. "He had one in high school. Lost his virginity to her. But that's it. I've talked to Annika about going on some dates with him to celebrate his birthday next year. I think he'll be a hot commodity once he gets out there. But no rush, right?"
"No rush whatsoever," I said. I playfully moved closer to Mario and ran my bare foot up his leg, stopping when I felt a huge, aching bulge underneath his dark slacks.
"Oh my," I said. "Mario, you've really been looking forward to meeting me, haven't you?"
