Page 6 of Brie's Submission
Brie felt his hands reach under her skirt and peel off her little thong. She bit her lip, keeping silent. She heard him unzip his pants and remove them slowly. Brie started hyperventilating when the man knelt down next to her and grabbed her ass cheeks. He positioned his cock against her opening and waited.
She could hear the other men moving, and some of the girls gasped. Then there was silence. Sir’s voice was low and sensual. “Miss Bennett, you indicated that you were turned off by men over the age of fifty.”
She automatically stiffened. “Yes, Sir.”
“Meet your partner.”
The man with his cock pressed against her spoke. “My name is Greg, and I am sixty-eight.”
Brie heard the girl who had asked about tuition suddenly shout, “Is mine fat?”
“Yes, Miss Evans, he is.” Brie heard scuffling and then the dull thud of heels on the matting as the girl ran from the room. Brie was distracted by it until Greg began pushing his shaft into her. All her attention immediately focused on him as the man slowly penetrated her with the head of his cock.
He took his time with Brie, letting her adjust to his length, giving her time to enjoy the feel of his manhood moving inside her. Once his cock was fully engulfed by her moist walls, he began thrusting. Greg held down her hips in a way that allowed his cock deeper access. She found that it didn’t matter that he was old enough to be her grandfather—her body responded to him eagerly. She bit her lip again, resisting the urge to cry out in pleasure and embarrass herself.
“That’s it, lass. Milk my cock with that hot little pussy.”
Brie moaned softly, so softly that she doubted anyone but her partner could hear it. She heard the grunts and cries of the other couples in the room. There was something so primal about copulating in the presence of other people. She forgot about the panel watching her as she pushed against his shaft, taking him even deeper. Brie wanted to be possessed by his manhood, to be used for his pleasure.
He slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Good. I want to hear you, pet.”
Greg took hold of her waist and started pounding with vigor. Brie cried out at the intensity of his thrusts, but again she bit her lip to silence herself. If she truly let go, she would sound like a wild animal.
By the sounds of the grunting going on in the room, some of the men were already finishing off. She felt her pussy contract in pleasure in response to their noises.
Brie found it sexually exciting to give herself to this stranger. She realized his age didn’t matter. It was the way he handled her, the way he derived his pleasure from her that had her so wet and horny. “Oooh…” she moaned.
Her moan must have triggered his orgasm, because he stiffened for a second and then started pounding her without restraint. The room filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping against each other as he possessed her with his cock. She took all of him, reveling in the feel of his climax. When he finally pulled out, she sighed inwardly, wanting more of him.
“Take off your blindfolds and thank your partners,” Sir instructed.
Brie slipped the cloth down around her neck and turned her head. Greg looked every bit his age, with his wrinkly skin, gray hair and a hollow face, but it didn’t matter. She’d enjoyed their encounter. “Thank you, Greg.”
He fingered a strand of her curly brown hair. “My pleasure, pet.”
The men dressed themselves and left while Sir talked to the students. “That was a good start, class. As you noticed, we have already lost one of you. I expect there will be a few more casualties tonight.” He looked at each of the girls individually, as if they were the next in line to go. Brie shivered under his gaze.
“Dress and stand before the panel,” he ordered. Brie lifted herself off the ramp and put her little red thong back on. It was slightly moist and smelled of her. She thought back on her little tryst and smiled.
When all five girls were standing in a line, Sir began the critiques. “Ms. Clark, any comments on Miss Bennett’s performance?”
Brie was surprised when the severe instructor looked at her and smiled. “Overall, I was pleased. It is obvious that she enjoyed the experience, which in turn pleased her partner.”
The burly man on the end spoke up. “I was concerned that she was so silent. Her partner indicated that he wanted her to make more vocalizations, but she didn’t.”
Sir jumped on his comment. “I agree, Master Coen. I noticed she bit her lip on several occasions. Explain yourself, Miss Bennett.”
Brie was shaking, embarrassed at being criticized in front of everyone. “I didn’t want to sound like an idiot, Sir. I was trying to be sensual.”
“Nonsense. Your partner encouraged you to be vocal and you denied him that. Don’t let it happen again. Unless your Dom specifically tells you to be silent, you need to let him hear your pleasure and pain. How can he adjust to your needs unless you do that?”
Brie wanted to disappear, but she whispered, “Sorry, Sir.”
The ghostlike instructor spoke up. “Although I agree that her lack of vocalizations was a problem, it was obvious to me that his age did not affect her ability to please or to be pleased by him. Bravo, Miss Bennett.” She smiled at him, grateful for his praise. However, his dark gaze caused her loins to contract in fearful pleasure. She was surprised he had that kind of power over her and looked down at her feet.
Each of the remaining girls received critiques of a similar nature. All had weaknesses that the panel highlighted and addressed. It was a humbling experience, to say the least.
When they had finished, Sir spoke to the class as a whole. “We will discuss your performance amongst ourselves. Make your way to the commons area. There you will find refreshments. Wait until I come for you.”
