Page 15 of Master Class

Clarissa felt strangely isolated for a moment. It gave her a tremor of pause.

Before she could dwell on her circumstance, the Spanish-looking guy took the young man’s place, and reached a hand through the window to fondle her hanging breasts. His fingers were warm. He tugged down the lace cup of Clarissa’s bra and gently squeezed her nipple between his

fingers. Clarissa gasped. The thrill of being fondled by a stranger was undeniably arousing. She stayed kneeling on the seat of the car, and felt her legs shuffle open a few inches. She had her eyes closed. The man’s hand slid up and over her throat. Then he pressed a finger softly against Clarissa’s bottom lip. She reacted instinctively, just as she had with Edge the night before. She sucked his finger into her mouth like it was a cock, and swabbed it passionately with her swirling tongue.

“Suck me,” the Spanish man insisted.

Clarissa’s eyes came open, misted and dreamy. The man was standing with his body pressed against the door. His cock was sliding up over the window glass. She leaned towards it and opened her mouth. The man must have been standing on tip-toes. Clarissa took the swollen head of his shaft between her lips and held it there for just a second. The mechanics just didn’t work. The man was too short. If Clarissa wanted his cock in her mouth, the window would have to come all the way down.

She hesitated for just a moment. In her mind she could hear the echo of Edge’s voice, encouraging her to boldness, and chiding her for a life without the thrill of adventure. She thumbed the electric switch at her elbow and the driver’s side window glided soundlessly down. The man’s cock was hard. He put his hand on the sill of the car door. Clarissa was kneeling on the seat. She leaned forward and trapped his shaft between her lips.

Clarissa’s head was just a little out the window. The man gently stroked his fingers through her hair. His cock was about five inches long; not enough to fully fill her mouth, and much shorter and thinner than Edge’s cock. She sucked the man across her tongue and felt the sudden tang of his pre-cum. He was already close to orgasm. He had brought himself to the brink while he was touching himself though his pants pocket, waiting for Clarissa to finish the young guy off. She swallowed the full length of him in a single gulp and heard him hiss and groan.

The Spanish man spilled a warm load of cum into Clarissa’s mouth, still tenderly holding his hand to her head. She kept herself as still as possible and felt the length of him pulse against the flat of her tongue. His cum was warm. It trickled down the back of her throat.

When he began to soften at last, Clarissa drew her mouth away and licked her lips. The man was breathing deeply to re-fill his lungs. He had a goofy smile on his face. Clarissa smiled back. Her lips were glossy, still tingling from the gentle friction of his warm cock. She blew him a slutty little kiss, and he waved his hand in a kind of salute. Then he disappeared back into the shadows from where he had come.

Clarissa was no longer nervous. Her first two encounters had given her confidence. These men didn’t seem to be creeps. They were strangely respectful; appreciative. Both the men she had given relief to had been polite and courteous.

For Clarissa it had been a gratifying and enlightening experience. She could feel herself humming with the sexual energy that had exhausted her just the day before. It was in the hardening of her nipples, the racing excited beat of her pulse… and the seeping wetness that she could feel in the crotch of her panties.

Clarissa stayed on her hands and knees and waited. Within a few minutes there were more men around the car. One was on the passenger side, looking at her ass through the closed window. Clarissa saw him over her shoulder. He had a pale unshaven face. He looked to be aged in his forties. Clarissa hitched up the hem of her dress and let him see her ass. She was wearing a G-string. She shuffled her knees apart an inch and reached back between her legs to rub her pussy. She was wet.

The other three guys hovered around the car, but stayed on the periphery for several minutes. Finally one of them stepped forward and that seemed to break their spell of uncertainty. They were just a blur of faces and cocks. Clarissa took them one at a time, stroking them to orgasm. The first guy shot a stream of cum that splashed against her breasts. The second guy groaned as he was orgasming. He came across Clarissa’s hand and some of his sperm dribbled down the inside of the door. Her arm was aching, and her back began to stiffen. She could feel herself fatiguing quickly. There was still one man waiting with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking himself, and the guy on the passenger side of the car who had his gaze fixed on her ass. Clarissa beckoned the man who was stroking himself to come to the window. He shuffled up to the door. His pants were all the way down around his knees. He had a long hard cock and his balls were covered in a light fuzz of hair. They hung heavily between his legs. Clarissa caressed them with her fingers and felt his body clench.

“When was the last time you shot a load of cum?” she asked the man boldly. She couldn’t see the stranger’s face, but his voice sounded mature.

“Couple of weeks,” he grunted.

Clarissa began to stroke him slowly. The pain in her arm made it feel like it was filled with lead. The man was twitching. His cock flinched. She gripped the sill of the car door and leaned forward to take him in her mouth. Her arm felt suddenly numb.

The man’s cock was thicker than the others. Clarissa felt her mouth stretching to accommodate him. He scuffed his feet in the dirt and Clarissa could smell raw earth and the dense dampness of the surrounding forest. His cock tasted salty. He put his big brawny hands on her shoulders and then bucked his hips. His cock pushed itself across Clarissa’s tongue and against the back of her throat. She made a snuffling sound and saliva drooled from the corner of her mouth and down the car door. Then man thrust again and Clarissa inhaled the vaguely sweaty scent of his body. He was incredibly hard, the shaft thickly ridged with veins. She closed her eyes and tried to surrender herself to the moment, just as Edge had instructed her.

The man began to slowly fuck Clarissa’s mouth with his cock.

She was totally pliant; just a wet mouth for this stranger to use, and – remarkably – she found the moment uniquely empowering.

When he finally tensed and then groaned in orgasm, Clarissa felt her own body melting and uplifted like she had performed some act of sanctity, and in doing so she had satisfied – not only his physical need – but a deep yearning need that bloomed in her own disturbed soul.

The man stepped back from the car door and Clarissa pressed her lips together to hold his cum in her mouth, savoring the fresh and unique taste of the stranger. She closed her eyes. His seed had an almost sweet taste. Clarissa held it on her tongue like it was cake frosting, and then finally swallowed. When she opened her eyes again, she was alone. The man had disappeared, and so had the stranger who had been watching her from the other side of the car. He had left without ever approaching her for sex. Clarissa frowned at that.

There seemed no others waiting on the fringes of the woods and Clarissa sensed that she had been at the lookout for more than the hour required. She straightened her clothes and ran a speculative hand between her legs. As she had expected, she was dripping wet. Her panties were sodden with her own excitement. Just the touch of her fingers brought a shock of tingles.

Clarissa settled herself behind the wheel and thumbed the switch to close the window. She started the car and when she turned on the headlights to drive away she saw the woman in the SUV from the corner of her eye. The vehicle’s door was wide open, and the woman was squatting down beside the door with her knees wide apart. There were two men standing either side of her. Her exposed breasts glowed pale under the glare of the headlights. The woman had one man in her hand, stroking his cock while she sucked the other stranger into her mouth.

Clarissa drove slowly along the winding track, back towards the main road. Pebbles popped and slid beneath the rubber of the tires. When she reached the blacktop and turned onto the road that would carry her back to the city, she let out a long satisfied sigh. She felt sexually frustrated, but spiritually gratified. It was a strange sensation; almost religious. She felt as if she had served a greater god, and that god had two names – Master and desire.

Clarissa couldn’t recall the details of the drive back to her apartment. Her mind was swirling with remembered moments from the lookout. She replayed those scenes over in her mind, d

welling on the men who had cum in her mouth, and trying to hold onto the feelings that had been evoked by her submissive willingness.

When she got back to the city, Clarissa parked the car and ran up the flights of steps to her tiny apartment. She was calling Nick Edge’s number even before she was inside the door.

“Hello? Master. It’s me.”

“I’ve been waiting for your call.”

“I just walked in the door.” As Clarissa spoke she let her handbag slide off her shoulder and fall onto the bed. Then she drifted into the bathroom. Clarissa stared at herself in the mirror. Her hair was tousled and her lipstick was smudged. Her lips were puffy, and there was dry cum on her chin. She left it there, and tried to see herself as a stranger might. She looked like a woman who had been freshly fucked by her lover.

“Did you enjoy yourself at the lookout?”

“Yes,” Clarissa confessed in a whisper, as though to admit it aloud was the final step in her arrival into the lifestyle. “I did.”

“Good,” Edge’s voice sounded a little strained. “And how many men did you end up pleasuring?”

“Five,” Clarissa had to think back before answering. “Two of the men came in my mouth, and I stroked three others off with my hands. There was another man at the car, but he didn’t seem to want me to pleasure him. He just watched from the passenger side through the window.”

There was a long moment of silence before Edge spoke again. In the empty space Clarissa tried to imagine the expression on his face.

“How do you feel?”

“Frustrated.”

“Because you didn’t cum?”

“Yes. Because pleasing those men made me horny.”

“Do you want to cum, Clarissa?”

“God, yes, Master!” she answered passionately.

Edge laughed. It was a dry sound. Not cruel. Just amused by her need to orgasm. “I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for that pleasure,” the man’s voice softened. “Because first I need you to answer three questions for me.”

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