Page 39 of Vesper Martinis

“You’ve been coming in late. Being a bother. Maybe a good mouth fucking will make you behave.”

I fuck his face with no mercy, and Wesley takes everything I’m giving him. I can see his erection pressing against his jeans, and I can only imagine how much he aches right now.

“That’s it, swallow your professor's cock. And don’t touch yourself until I say so.” I slide down his throat and feel him gag before releasing him.

He pants, his hands gripping his knees as he tries not to touch his cock. Because he’s not allowed until I let him.

I sink back into his hot mouth again and cup his jaw with my free hand.

“That’s a good boy. You’re such a good fucking boy. Taking your punishment like that. Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

Wesley hums, and I nearly unload right then and there. The vibrations are always what gets me in a blowjob.

“Fuck me,” I groan, and he hums again.

I can’t take it anymore, and I sink fully into his mouth, down his throat, and orgasm. My cock pours hot cum down his throat.

“Jesus!” I cry out.

After he sucks down the last drop, I pull back. I have to lean against the wall for a second to get my bearings. I think I might’ve lost them sometime during that mind-blowing orgasm.

I take off my jacket, suddenly way too fucking hot.

I help Wesley stand and take him to the bed, where I take off his shirt and undo his pants. But I don’t take him out. First, I turn him over and run my hands up and down his chest from behind.

“You did so well.” I kiss his neck, then palm his cock. “Do you want to come, Boy?”

“Yes,” Wesley hisses, pressing his backside against me.

“That was supposed to be a punishment, but I guess you did so well that I can give you a small reward.”

I lean him over my bed, telling him to place his palms on the mattress and leave them there. I head to one of the nightstands to get a dildo and some lube before returning. Then, peeling off his pants and underwear, I run my hand across his backside, his puckered hole begging to be fucked.

I give one cheek a playful slap before opening the bottle of lube and pouring it between his cheeks. Wesley gives me a small moan as I press my finger against his asshole and work myself inside.

“Fuck me,” he groans when I rub against his prostate.

“That feel good, baby?”

He nods his head and groans hungrily.

I take my time, and just the way he clenches around my finger has my cock twitching.

By the time I’m lubing up the dildo, Wesley is panting, and sweat is forming a thin sheen on his back. I kiss and lick down his spine, feeling him shiver.

“I’m going to fuck you with this dildo,” I tell him.

“Not your cock, Sir?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No. You’re going to have to earn my cock, and you’re nowhere close. Now take a deep, slow breath.”

We both breathe deeply at the same time and as we exhale, I sink the dildo into his ass. Wesley’s lips part, and he grips the sheets as the toy sinks in inch by inch. Then, slowly, I pull it out before pushing it back in.

I do this several times. Taking my time fucking his ass. One hand on the dildo and the other palming his ass.

“You like that, Boy? You like my toys inside you?”

Wesley nods, and I give his ass a slap.