Susanne’s Guest House, a resort in Scituate, Massachusetts, was located in an ocean town south of Boston on the way to Cape Cod. It was owned by an elderly couple who loved it dearly, and were warm and welcoming to all the guests who frequented the resort every year, eager to come back because of the amazing service they received. It wasn’t a famous resort by any means, and more the town’s best kept secret. People who frequented it were close to the staff, and usually stayed a few weeks there to get their share of the ocean and sun.
Susanne’s Guest House and Cottages was situated right on the beach, and a great white porch wrapped around 3 stories of guest rooms with a restaurant and ballroom on the first floor. The guests frequented the bar and chattered around the front porch on warm summer evenings, recounting their lives when they weren’t vacationing at Susanne’s. The men smoked cigarettes and showed off their cars, talking about their VW Beetles and Lincoln Continentals.
The year was 1966, and the owners, who were an elderly couple hired a black man as their manager, seeing his potential and his allure on the guests. He was in his early thirties, had an athletic build, and was tall and good looking. Though wary at times, the ladies at the resort couldn’t help but glance at him, giggling through long thick lashes when their husbands weren’t looking.
He had been in charge of the guest house for long enough that the couple were confident in his abilities, enough that they let him alone with the guests as well as all the staff while they took a cruise around America, something they had wanted to do for a couple of years now. Though the times were changing, some guests were uncomfortable with him being in charge. In their opinion, there were much better candidates in town who were more capable of handling their exclusive clientele. This was ignored by the owners- who insisted Curtis Pryor was the most suitable for the charge, and they trusted him completely to take care of their precious resort.
1966 was the year Ruth Endicott visited the resort for the first time. She was a widow, one who was married to an abusive husband- which was unknown to her at the time. She was a shy uncertain woman, who went from her parent’s house to an arranged marriage with her husband and stayed home taking care of their son, who was now 8 years old. He came home drunk every night, and was abusive when she asked of his whereabouts, causing her to quiet herself even more in order to protect her son. Last year, he disappeared one night, and the police came the next morning to tell her of the accident. She was more relieved than upset, and learned to care for the house and their son on her own ever since, visiting her family and friends at church from time to time, but mostly keeping to herself.
It had been her dream of many years to see the ocean, but after years of begging her husband for a nice family trip, he continually refused, and she had given up. This year, she was finally able to make her own decisions as a widow, and though it was a little melancholy, she decided she deserved it. It had taken her a while to fully plan the trip, but she had asked around, especially from the ladies at her church. They expressed their dissatisfaction at her wanting to travel alone with her son, but one did mention of a resort she visited a few years ago- Susanne’s Guest House- which was not a very long drive and would be perfect for some rest as well as plenty of enjoyment for Jacob, her son.
Ruth was an attractive woman, around 40 years old, with short auburn hair and brilliant blue eyes. She was around 5’3 and curvy around her breasts. She was conservative about how she looked, she barely had any experience sexually with any man but her husband, only a few kisses here and there stolen behind school bleachers when she was young, and had never experienced an orgasm that wasn’t from her own fingers. She felt uncomfortable under the gaze of any man, most of whom loved to look at her curvy figure, no matter how much she tried to hide it. That afternoon she wore a simple polka dotted dress and a great sun hat, and she held her son’s hand as she checked into the resort, the bellhop eagerly taking her luggage for her.
“Good afternoon ma’am, how may I help you today?” The front desk worker asked. He was around 19, working there for one summer while he situated himself in life. He was very fond of the manager, and had never felt any sense of prejudice against black people. Curtis favoured the kid immediately, and promoted him from a waiter to front desk duty immediately after seeing his potential, which he was really grateful for.
“I’m checking in with my son here for two weeks.” She replied, looking around at the decorations.
“Great! Let me just get your information here—” He started.
“Never mind that, Steve.” A voice boomed, and Ruth saw a black hand gently place itself on the head of the worker. “I’ll be able to help this lovely lady.” He lifted her hand off the counter, and she blushed heavily.
“Excuse me, sir—” She began.
“May I?” Not wanting to be rude, she nodded her head. He kissed her gently on the back of her hand, and she felt a shiver down her spine. No man had touched her since her husband passed, and it was bewildering to her to feel these sensations.
“You’re very beautiful, miss.” He simply commented. Steve was shocked by how forward he could be at times. The widow simply blushed again. “Will your husband be joining us as well?”
She cleared her throat, and looked at anywhere but him, “Unfortunately my husband passed away last year, it will just be me and my son here.” She nudged Jacob, reminding both men that her son was still present.
“Very unfortunate indeed.” Curtis flashed a grin, showing off his brilliant white teeth. Ruth ignored him, and went back to checking in with Steve, maintaining her composure. After they confirmed all her information, with Curtis eagerly watching the whole interaction, he offered to bring her to her room while introducing himself as the manager at the resort. Ruth couldn’t contain her shock, she couldn’t believe this joking black man could manage such a successful resort. She saw many upper middle class folks on her way into the resort, and couldn’t fathom why they loved the place so much.
She accepted due to politeness, and he waved the bellhop forward as they travelled to her room. It wasn’t the best room in the hotel, but it had two comfortable beds and a large bathtub, perfect for any guest that wanted to relax during their stay. He introduced the facilities- including the restaurant with room service, the short walk to the beach, and the staff that would be available to her 24/7 if so wished (this came with a wink on his part). He could tell he was overstaying his welcome, and wished her a goodnight before heading back to work.
The next morning Ruth and Jacob travelled to the dining hall, where breakfast was being served until 10a.m. Ruth tried not to look for Curtis, but felt a little spark of excitement when she saw him. She hadn’t gotten outright attention like this from a man in a very long time, and loved all the looks he gave her. Though she knew nothing would come from this encounter, she couldn’t help but fantasize a little, thinking of what he would do to her if she were his. She wondered if he did this to all the ladies at the resort- maybe it was a way for them to make money from their clients. She shook her thoughts from her head and helped Jacob with his food, trying not to look up to see where Curtis could be.
As they finished their meal, she heard a familiar voice, and saw him by the front of the restaurant, chatting with two ladies wrapped in towels who seemed to be returning from the beach for a quick meal.
“Enjoying your stay here, miss?” He asked, gentlemanly as ever.
“Oh it’s been quiet the experience I must say.” She replied, and giggled as she casually rested her hand on his shoulder. “We will definitely be returning next year.” Ruth felt a flush of heat in her body, she wasn’t sure what the sensation was, but she didn’t like it very much.
The second lady giggled as well, “Oh, you’re so forward Susanne, leave the poor man alone, he’s mine.”
“Ladies, there’s enough of me to share between both of you.” He replied, chuckling along with them. Ruth huffed and set her plate aside, pulling Jacob with her past Curtis, who barely managed to wave hello before she slammed the door of her room. It seemed she was correct- he was just flirting with everyone. That charming bastard of a man.
Ruth decided that she didn’t care anyways, she was here to relax with her baby boy, and that was what she was going to do. She changed into her swimming attire, a one-piece conservative swimming suit that no matter how hard she tried, showed off her bosom very well, to the point where her cleavage was the only thing anyone could pay attention to. She hated it, but it was something she was used to. She wrapped a towel around herself and headed to the beach. Curtis was right- it was very close by. It took her only 10-20 steps from the front porch to find a good spot with some nice shade to lay her blanket and relax while her son ran off into the beach. “Be good!” She yelled as she drifted off to sleep.
Just a few meters away, Curtis leaned against the white wooden porch, staring at the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen. He was transfixed by her. He could tell she was extremely shy, and didn’t know what to do with her body, but he could feel energy radiating from her, some sort of lust that was contained deep inside he wished he could seduce out. She was so quiet he barely knew how to start with her, and he could tell she was attracted to him, which made her even shyer than usual. He stared at her curves, the rounding of her ass, moving past her belly and onto her amazing bosom. He’s been with many women the past few years working at the resort, but he’s never wanted one so badly.
“You okay, boss?” Steve asked, watching him as he stared at the woman on the beach.
“Fine, just seeing our guests enjoy themselves.” Steve gave him a knowing glance, nodded, and went back to work.
The next morning, Ruth and Jacob sat at the same table and helped themselves to the restaurant’s delicious breakfast. Ruth was looking forward to relaxing at the beach again, and she could already feel herself start a healthy glow. She had always been complimented for her smooth skin, and now it looked even smoother than usual, glowing under the fluorescent lights of the restaurant. Curtis spotted her immediately and sauntered over to her, grinning from ear to ear. “I was hoping to see you today, miss.”
“You can call me Ruth, I don’t mind.” She replied, smiled, and went back to her meal.
“Ruth.” He simply said, and grabbed a chair to sit down. “May I?” It was the second time he’s said that to her, and she couldn’t help but blush thinking of his lips on her hand two days ago, no matter how conservative the part was. She nodded once more.
“How have you been enjoying your stay?” He asked as he grabbed a nearby chair and sat between them.
“It’s been quite amazing. I was recommended by a friend and they were very correct in their description of the place. It’s not a 5-star resort, but it’s so calming here. Everyone’s also really friendly.” She replied honestly.
“I’m sure you’re used to the best service, Ruth.” He smiled again. “Tell me about yourself, where are you from?”
“I’m from Brookline, drove here myself, just wanted a break from the suburban lifestyle, you know?”
“And what about you?” He shifted his body towards Jacob.
“I’m Jacob.”
“How old are you, Jacob?”
“Eight.” He said, and went back to eating.
“Sorry,” She said. “He’s really shy. But thanks for trying.” She gave a passive smile.
He ruffled Jacob’s head, “No worries, I was shy when I was that young too, just need a good older brother to help bring out your smile, huh?” He tickled Jacob, and he started laughing, swatting Curtis away.
“Stop, stop!” He yelled.
Curtis stopped. “How about I show you the behind the scenes action of how this place is run, huh?” He asked, nodding at the kid.
Jacob looked at his mom for permission, and she nodded at him. He dropped his fork and spoon immediately and got up, holding Curtis’s hand. She felt her heart warm a bit.
In the afternoon, she was back at the beach tanning. This time she brought a book to keep her company. A fellow vacationer who asked her the whereabouts of a nearby store the night before approached her, waving as she sat down. “Hello! Ruth, right?”
Ruth nodded at her, putting down her book. “Alice, was it?”
“Yes! I’m glad you remembered.”
“Did you end up finding the store?”
“Yes, I really needed those sanitary pads.” She whispered. “Thanks.” Ruth nodded, wanting to go back to her book. “That manager is good looking, huh?” Ruth dropped her book, flabbergasted. Were her thoughts that transparent?
“I hadn’t noticed.” She replied curtly.
“Well, I saw you talking to him very happily at the restaurant this morning, so I believe you have.” She smiled and nudged her a few times. Ruth ignored her. “Well, I just wanted to give you a word of warning.” She said ominously.
Ruth looked up, bewildered. “A word of warning?”
“Black men are always out for one thing. Proper women who are married with children. They want to seduce you, corrupt you, and then show off to their friends. I know many who don’t even use protection! They leave you with mix raced children and never see you again. This man is kind, but he has his eyes on you. He’ll be a predator before you even realize.”
Ruth gasped, and sat up. “That is quite a rude thing to say about someone you don’t even know, don’t you think?”
“My dear, no need to be so insulted, I’m just giving you some advice!”
“I never asked you for advice!” She yelled, picked up her towel and book, and stomped back into the resort. She was so insulted she forgot to towel herself up, and she bumped into Curtis while hurrying back to her room.
“Woah, woah! Are you okay, Miss?” He asked, grabbing her shoulders to help balance her. She glanced at his long manly fingers resting against her, and looked up at him, making real eye contact for the first time. “Sorry, Ruth. Didn’t know it was you there. You okay?”
She nodded passively. “Yes, just one of your guests being a little too forward, it’s okay.”
“Are you sure?” He sounded genuinely concerned.
“Don’t worry about it.” She gave a little smile. “Wait, where’s Jacob?” She looked around, worried.
“He’s with Steve. They seem to really like each other, so I let him follow him around while I helped the other staff.”
“I see, thank you for taking care of him all day.”
“It was a joy, you have a charming son, I had a lot of fun with him.”
She narrowed her eyes, “You’re not just saying that to gain my favour, are you?”
“Nothing I have done is to get your favour.” She stared. “Sorry I didn’t mean that in a bad way, I just meant I really like you. But I’m not trying to pretend to be something to make you like me, too.”
“You don’t have to, Steve.” She blushed. “The truth is, I find you really attractive myself.”
“You do?” She nodded. “Why didn’t you just say so?”
“I’ve never really looked at anyone since my husband- Albert- passed.” She gulped. “To say the truth, I never really looked at my husband in the first place. It was an arranged marriage.”
He brushed her hair behind her ears, “Oh dear, it’s a sad life not being able to fully explore what attraction and love has to give.”
She laughed, “That’s quite the thing to say. You’re a weird one.”
“That laugh is beautiful, Ruth. You should do it more often.” She blushed again. “That blush is beautiful, too.”
“Stop.” His thumb grazed against her ear and travelled down the side of her face, making her shiver. His actions were slow, and deliberate.
“Stop what?” He traced his thumb on her lower lips, making it quiver.
“Stop complimenting me.” She smiled.
“I was afraid you wanted me to stop touching you.” He whispered seductively.
“No.” She simply said. She didn’t want the feelings he was giving her to stop.
“Excuse me.” They both turned around at the same time, realizing they were still standing at the exit to the beach, blocking the entrance for anyone heading back to their room. They were touching in front of everyone and didn’t even notice.
“We should… go somewhere more private.” He said, looking at her knowingly.
“More private?” She asked, now nervous.
He grinned at her, “I’m not scary, you know.”
“Yes, you are!” She burst out.
He laughed out loud, “You’re being ridiculous, Ruth. I would never do anything you wouldn’t want me to do.”
“Promise?”
He looked at her seriously, a dark expression in his eyes she’s never seen before, “Promise.” It seemed like he was promising a bit more than what she was asking.
He led her to her room, still very formal in front of all the guests. He wanted to hold her hand, but refrained from doing so, as it was still inappropriate. He was looking after the place for the owners, and didn’t want to give it a bad reputation because of his needs.
As soon as he closed the door, he pushed her up against it, lifting her and holding her up with his upper body. He closed in on her, his nose touching hers, their eyes interlocked and looking deep into each other. “Your eyes are mesmerizing.” She could only breathe in response.
He inched closer and closer, until she could feel his lips against hers, grazing the surface. She never felt this before, the intense desire for her body pushing her to do something. She wanted so desperately to close the gap between them she could think of nothing else. She’s always been so composed, never straying from her proper decent thoughts and caring for those around her. Her body’s desperate need was something so foreign to her she started shaking against him. She was worried he could feel it.
“Like I said, I won’t force you into anything.” She could feel his lips move against her as he talked. “If you want this, I need you to do this yourself.”
Before he said any more, she completed the kiss, moaning at the immediate sensation. It was tentative at first as they felt one other out. Their lips caressed each other as they pulled apart and kissed again over and over. Then, his mouth opened, and it consumed hers as she opened hers as well. Their tongues played against each other as he pressed his body against her harder. She could feel the bulge in his trousers already, and she gasped at the sensation. It felt huge. It was rock hard for her. It pleased her that she was able to bring this reaction out from him, and she wanted to see what it looked like desperately. She couldn’t believe she was thinking these kinds of dirty thoughts.
His tongue flicked against her upper lips as he ground hard against her. She moaned. “I like the sounds you make.” He said.
“I’m not making any sounds.” She said breathily.
He ground against her again, and she couldn’t help but moan out loud. “Then what’s that?” She blushed deeply.
“Curtis…”
“I’m not making fun of you, m’dear. It gets me hard thinking about how much you want me. I want you to scream my name, to call out to me when I make you feel good. Do you get what I mean?” He said it with so much assertion and certainty she could only nod back at him.
“I’ve never experienced anything like this before.”
“Never? Your husband has never satisfied you?” She shook her head.
“He’s never given me an orgasm.” She couldn’t believe she just admitted that to someone. No one in the world knows other than her, she’s always faked it with him, and got really good at it. After a few years, he didn’t even care anymore. He fucked her, came in her, then left her without a word. She was nothing to him, really.
Curtis gasped in shock. “How is that possible? What kind of man doesn’t make his girl cum?”
“I thought all relationships were like that.” She said.
He shook his head, “Real men satisfy their women.” He lifted her up higher against the wall, and started to nibble at her ears, then down the side of her neck, going slowly, exploring her body to the fullest. He pulled down the sides of her one-piece swimming suit, and exposed her breast. It flopped out, and he grinned down at it. “Another beautiful part of you. Maybe the most beautiful.” He added jokingly before putting an areola fully in his mouth and sucking hard. She gasped against him, pulling on his hair.
“Curtis… that feels so good.” She could feel him smile against her. She looked down as she saw him work his magic, his tongue flicking her nipples over and over as his hands explored the rest of her body, trailing against her sensitive waist.
Soon, he put two of his fingers in her mouth, and stopped the worship of her breasts to say one word, “suck.” Before going back to it. With her head in the clouds in pleasure, all she could do was listen to what he said. She started sucking on his fingers, and his dick pulsed in response. Curtis couldn’t wait to have those sweet lips on his cock.
Soon, he couldn’t wait anymore, he pulled her swimming suit down fully, exposing her lower lips with a bush on top. She blushed, trying to cover herself. “Never cover yourself, Ruth. How many times do I have to complement your beauty for you to believe it? I love how you look. You’re so sexy.” He said, and licked his lips to seal the deal. He held her hand gently and pulled her towards the bed, then pushed her down roughly against it.
He pulled his shirt off in one smooth motion, and he soon stood against the bed with tight jeans. Ruth couldn’t help but stare at the bulge against his jeans, clearly showing how aroused he was. “Take it off if you want to see more.” She complied again, slowly unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. He hissed as he felt her fingers graze against him, wanting to feel so much more. She pulled his pants down fully and gasped as his dick sprang up, exposing its veiny texture and pulsing muscle. She could smell his musky scent, and inhaled deeply, wondering deep in her mind what kind of woman she was becoming. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It must be some sort of dream.
She loved the way he was commanding her, and she was scared. She felt like she would do anything he commanded in an instant, without thinking much of it. She was his at this very moment. And she wanted and needed more. “Touch it.” She put her hand around it, barely circling around the girth. He looked down and felt hot at her small hands against his dick, he loved the look of a girl touching him. She seemed to know what she was doing, she stroked it a few times, slow at first, then faster, squeezing in at the tip every time.
He had enough, he pushed her back onto the bed, and she gasped a little at the sudden motion. She had no idea what was coming. In one smooth motion, his finger was deep inside her. She almost screamed from the unexpected entry. “You’re so tight. And wet.” He said, and curled his finger, hitting her G-Spot. She moaned loudly. “I bet you want more, huh? Something thicker, harder.” All she could do was nod.
He removed the pants from his ankles, and moved her knees up against her chest, putting her in the position to get his dick in the deepest. “Prepare to never walk properly again.” He grinned before pounding into her. She screamed loudly, her head banging against the pillow. He grunted, before pulling back out and slamming into her again. And again. And again. She moaned and squealed and mewled, making sounds she never knew she could make.
She couldn’t imagine what was happening at the moment, couldn’t imagine her body could feel sensations to this extent. It was like she hadn’t had a meal her entire life, and was suddenly eating for the first time. But eating was not enough- she needed more. Much more. She was needy. And he kept giving her what she wanted. Over and over again. So deep her entire body was moving against the bed as it creaked away.
“Curtis… Oh…” She moaned “Fuck me harder.”
He was shocked at her request, shocked she would swear like that, but composed himself quickly, and complied. He slammed deeper and harder into her, so much so that she clenched hard against him as she moaned again, and the milking sensation was too much for him. He burst into her, groaning himself as he pumped a huge load inside her body.
He slid out quickly, and she mewled from him exiting her. “Curtis… you’re huge.”
He grinned, “Any guy loves hearing those words.”
“But really, I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“From what I hear, you haven’t seen many.” He plopped against the bed, breathing heavily. “But I’m being modest, I’ve gotten that compliment many times before.”
She sighed loudly, “I don’t want to be hearing that.”
“Speaking of which, you didn’t come.”
She almost lied but didn’t want to. She somehow knew he would be able to see through that. “No, but I was really close.”
“I’m sorry, you’re pussy was just too tight. You were milking me so hard. I couldn’t stop myself.”
“It’s okay, Curtis. I had a great time anyways.”
He chuckled, “Did you think we were done here? We’re just getting started.”
Before she could say anymore, he opened her legs wide, and stuffed his nose deep into her crotch, inhaling deeply. “The smell of sex and cum, my favourite.” She blushed deeply.
“Don’t say such things!”
“Who was just begging me to fuck them, hmm?” She refused to reply, realizing she said such naughty things. Maybe if she didn’t acknowledge it existed, he would forget she did such a thing. He sniffed her again and opened her wide with his thumbs, giving him full access to her clit as he licked her. At the first lick, her body shook like crazy against him. Her legs clenched into his head as she moaned loudly, feeling a tongue against her for the first time.
“Curtis, oh my…” She forgot how to speak again.
He licked her again, pulling a full circle around her clit as he focused on how she behaved beneath him. Every woman was different in his experience, and in order to satisfy her fully, he tried his hardest to learn which movement was her favourite. Judging by her squirming, moaning, and grabbing his hair, his dick did a great job in putting her over the edge, and within a few licks, she was already pulsing beneath him, close to cumming.
He stopped as she got close to the edge. “Why’d you stop?” She demanded. “Please, I need it.”
“I love a girl who begs.” He said, as he positioned himself and slammed into her again. She was too distracted to notice his dick was getting hard again, and didn’t realize he was preparing himself to fuck her once more. This shock put her right over the edge, and she screamed over and over as she experienced the greatest orgasm of her life, her vagina pulsing and squeezing his dick, creating such a tight space he grunted in response, also feeling the best he’d ever felt. She was so tight and so responsive, her pussy got so wet for him so fast, and she was soaking the bed- he was going to have to ask someone to clean this up for him. Well, after he was done with her. Which he didn’t think would ever happen.
She felt insanely sensitive after the orgasm, but he didn’t have his yet, so he continued to pound into her over and over. He flipped her around and bent her over onto the bed, fucking her from behind and getting an even deeper angle. She couldn’t get words out of her mouth anymore, and it came out in grunts and grumbles and she tried to tell him how she was feeling. He didn’t need to understand her to get how she felt.
Soon, she came to a second orgasm as he came to his, he waited for her to get tighter and tighter, and when he knew it was coming for her, he let loose as well, and he pumped another load into her, filling her so much it was dripping down her thighs on to the bed as she screamed against him. Not only has she never came before from a man, she’s never felt him cum into her as she came as well. She couldn’t believe how good it felt, and realized for the first time why so many couples she knew were against using condoms- the feeling of the hot cum inside her body filling her up, knowing that she would be dripping out his cum with no one knowing except her lover and herself- it was so hot. And this realization made it so much better.
He exited her again, and she gasped at the sensation. “I hate when you leave me.” She grinned.
“Who is this naughty minx and what have you done with Ruth?” He asked, smiling back at her.
“I’m not sure what you’ve done to me, Curtis, but I never want to go back to who I was before. This- this is so much more than I ever thought sex could be, that life could be. It was so monotone before. Black and white. Like a bad sitcom I couldn’t exit out of no matter how much I tried. I tried when he passed, I really did. But I didn’t want to be with any man, even though I saw them staring at me. They all reminded me of him. They were bland, and rude, and proud of themselves- but never seemed like they could amount to anything.” She glanced at him for a second and looked away. “Sorry I’m talking too much.”
“No, I love this, I’ve never heard you talk this much before.” He brushed her hair back, panting. “My dick seems to be able to get that out of you.” He grinned.
She swatted him, “Like I was saying, I never thought sex could feel this way… it’s addicting, I want more. I couldn’t even think of anything else.”
“Well, it’s good I’m up for round three.” He looked down at his dick, and she did as well, seeing that it was up and ready for her again, pulsing back and forth like it wanted her to pay attention to him.
“How is it able to do this? Three times?” She said incredulously.
“I told you you’re sexy. I need you, too. You feel so wet and tight.” He said matter-of-factly. “I think it’s time you do some of the work though.”
She looked at him with hooded eyes, “Kneel.” He commanded, and she immediately obeyed, kneeling down on the floor and holding his dick, she put it deep in her mouth. She was out of practice, and he was huge, so she was only able to get halfway, but she used her hands to assist her, and her saliva dripped down his thighs as he pounded into her, holding her hair firmly as he fucked her mouth. She started to choke and tears ran down her eyes, but she wanted to do a good job and satisfy him, and continued no matter how sore her mouth was. She managed to get more than halfway when she started squeezing the tip again, so hard that he grunted once more and came into her mouth, the salty fluid coating her tongue.
“What a good girl you are, so submissive and ready for me without me having to demand.” He brushed her sweaty hair back and stroked her gently as he pulled her back up onto the bed. He pulled her exhausted body into his embrace and she closed her eyes, not being able to talk or think anymore. This was way more than she bargained for, and she loved every second of it. She couldn’t wait to do this all again tomorrow, and see what more he could teach her. Before she could think one more thought, she drifted off to bed with the smell of sex and cum in the air drifting around them.