Chapter 3

Later that night, Jay stood outside Ms. Celeste’s house, his heart pounding in his chest. The house was grand, much larger than he had expected, with high walls and a heavy iron gate. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.

Ms. Celeste answered the door, a glass of wine in her hand. She was dressed in a simple black dress, her hair loose around her shoulders. She smiled at him, her eyes sparkling. “Right on time, Jay.

Come in.” Ms. Celeste stepped aside, allowing him to enter. The house was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of candles and expensive perfume. Jay could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he followed her down the hallway, his eyes fixed on the sway of her hips.

Ms. Celeste led him to a large, opulent bedroom. The bed was a four-poster, draped in rich, dark fabrics, and the walls were adorned with tasteful art. She turned to face him, her eyes locked onto his.

“Undress for me, Jay. Slowly.” Ms. Celeste’s voice was low, commanding. She took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his. Jay could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he did as he was told. He reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, revealing his toned chest. He tossed the shirt onto the floor, his eyes locked onto Ms. Celeste’s.

He could see the hunger in her eyes, the way her pupils dilated as she took in his body. He tried not to smile, enjoying the effect he had on her.

He unbuttoned his jeans, slowly sliding the zipper down, revealing the waistband of his boxers. He hooked his thumbs into the denim, pushing it down over his hips, his cock straining against the thin fabric of his underwear. He could feel it, the anticipation, the hunger, the need that was building between them, thick and heavy in the air.

Ms. Celeste set her wine glass down on the bedside table, her eyes never leaving his body. “Boxers too,” she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jay hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, pushing them down over his hips, his cock springing free, hard and ready. Ms. Celeste’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as she took in his length, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.

“Fuck, Jay,” she breathed, her eyes locked onto his cock. “You’re even bigger than I imagined.”

Jay smiled gently, his hand wrapping around his shaft, slowly stroking himself. “You’ve been imagining me, Ms. C?”

She met his gaze, her eyes flashing with desire.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this, Jay. About you. Naked. Hard. Ready for me.” She set her wine glass down with a clink, her eyes never leaving his. “But now that you’re here, I want more than just to look.”

She stepped closer, her hand reaching out to wrap around his cock. Jay gasped at the sudden contact, his hips bucking forward. She was warm, her hand soft yet firm as she stroked him, her thumb swirling around the head, spreading the pre-cum that had gathered there.

Jay let out a low groan, his head falling back, his eyes fluttering closed. He could feel her breath on his neck, her tits pressing against his chest as she leaned in closer, her hand working him faster, harder.

“Fuck, Ms. C,” he gasped, his hands reaching for her hips, pulling her against him. “That feels so fucking good.”

She chuckled, a low, seductive sound that sent shivers down his spine. “This is just the beginning, Jay.

I want to taste you,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. She dropped to her knees, her eyes never leaving his. Jay’s breath hitched as he watched her, his cock throbbing in anticipation.

Ms. Celeste looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with hunger. She stuck out her tongue, licking the length of his shaft, from base to tip. Jay groaned, his hands fisting her hair, holding her in place. She smirked, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, lapping up the pre-cum that had gathered there.

“You taste fucking incredible, Jay,” she murmured, her voice vibrating against his skin. She took him into her mouth, her lips stretching wide to accommodate his thickness. Jay groaned, his hips bucking forward, fucking her mouth with long, slow strokes.

“Fuck, Ms. C, your mouth feels so fucking good,” he panted, his hands fisting her hair, guiding her head. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. She took him deeper, her nose pressing against his abdomen, her throat constricting around him.

Jay groaned, his hands tangling in her hair, holding her in place. “Fuck, Ms. C, you’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.”

She pulled back, her lips popping off his cock with a wet sound. She looked up at him, her eyes watering, spit and pre-cum dripping down her chin. “I want you to come, Jay. I want to taste you, to swallow every fucking drop.”

She took him back into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, her hand working the base of his cock in tandem with her mouth.

Jay groaned, his hips moving in sync with her, fucking her mouth with long, slow strokes. He could feel the tension building in his balls, the pressure at the base of his spine.

“Fuck, Ms. C, I’m gonna come,” he panted, his hands fisting her hair, holding her in place. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge. He came with a roar, his cock pulsing in her mouth, filling it with hot, sticky cum. She swallowed every drop, her eyes locked onto his, a satisfied smirk on her lips.

She slowly pulled back, her tongue flicking out to lick her lips clean. Jay’s chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his hands still tangled in her hair.

Ms. Celeste stood up, her body pressing against his. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest, his cock still half-hard against her stomach. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear. “That was just the appetizer, Jay,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry. “Now, it’s time for the main course.”

She stepped back, her eyes never leaving his.

She reached behind her back, unzipping her dress slowly, her eyes locked onto his. The dress fell to the floor, pooling at her feet, leaving her standing before him in nothing but a black lace bra and matching thong. Jay’s breath hitched as he took in her body, his cock already hardening again.

“Fuck, Ms. C,” he breathed, his eyes roaming over her curves. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

She smirked, her hands reaching behind her back to unhook her bra.

The lace fell away, revealing her full, round tits, her nipples already hard and aching for his touch. Jay’s eyes darkened, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Like what you see, Jay?” she purred, her hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them together.

“Fuck yeah, Ms. C,” he growled, his hands reaching for her, eager to touch her. She stepped back, shaking her head.

“Not yet, Jay. I want to watch you touch yourself first.” Her voice was firm, commanding.

Jay hesitated, his hands pausing mid-air before he slowly retreated, his eyes never leaving her body. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his breath ragged, his cock throbbing at the sight of her.

Ms. Celeste watched him, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong, slowly sliding it down over her hips, revealing her bare pussy. Jay’s mouth went dry, his eyes locked onto her sex, his cock aching to be inside her.

“Touch yourself, Jay,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

“Show me how you like to be touched.”

Jay’s hand wrapped around his cock, his eyes locked onto her pussy. He started to stroke himself, his hand moving slowly up and down his shaft. Ms. Celeste watched him, her eyes gleaming with hunger as she spread her legs wider, giving him a better view of her sex.

“That’s it, Jay,” she moaned, her fingers rubbing circles around her clit. “Show me how you make yourself come.”

Jay’s breath hitched as he watched her, his hand moving faster, his grip tightening.

He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the tension coiling in his spine. He wanted to come, to explode all over his hand, but he also wanted to hold off, to savor the moment, to prolong the pleasure.

Ms. Celeste seemed to sense his internal struggle. She stopped rubbing her clit, her eyes locked onto his. “Not yet, Jay,” she commanded, her voice firm. “I want you to come with me. I want us to come together.”

Jay nodded, his hand slowing, his breath ragged.

Ms. Celeste smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. She climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap, her hands resting on his shoulders. Jay’s hands immediately went to her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“Fuck, Ms. C,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly, his cock rubbing against her pussy. “You feel so fucking good.”

She smirked, her hands sliding up his chest, her nails scraping against his skin. “You haven’t felt anything yet, Jay,” she purred, her eyes locked onto his.

She reached between them, her hand wrapping around his cock, guiding it to her entrance. Jay groaned, his hips bucking slightly, pushing the head of his cock inside her.

“Fuck, Ms. C, you’re so tight,” he gasped, his hands gripping her hips, holding her in place.

She smirked, her hips slowly lowering, taking him deeper inside her. “And you’re so big, Jay. Fuck, you fill me up.”

Jay grunted, his hands sliding up her body, cupping her tits. He squeezed them, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples, making her gasp.

She started to move, her hips rolling as she rode him, taking him deeper with each thrust. Jay’s hands slid down to her ass, gripping it tightly, helping her move, guiding her as she fucked him.

“Shit, Ms. C, you’re so fucking wet,” he groaned, his cock sliding in and out of her easily.

She moaned, her head falling back, her hair cascading down her back. “That’s because of you, Jay. You make me so fucking horny.”

She leaned forward, her hands resting on his chest, her tits bouncing in his face.

Jay’s hands immediately went to them, squeezing them, his thumbs rubbing against her nipples. She moaned, her hips moving faster, fucking him harder.

“Fuck, Ms. C, these tits are fucking perfect,” he groaned, his hands kneading her flesh, his mouth watering to taste her.

She smirked, her eyes locked onto his. “You like them, Jay? You want to suck on them?”

He nodded, his hands pushing her up slightly, bringing her tits to his mouth. He leaned in, his tongue flicking out to lick her nipple, making her gasp.

He took it into his mouth, sucking hard, his teeth grazing against the sensitive flesh. She moaned, her hips bucking, fucking him harder as he feasted on her tits.

“Fuck, Jay, that feels so good,” she panted, her hands tangling in his hair, holding him to her. He switched to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, his hand squeezing and kneading her tit, making her moan louder.

He could feel her getting close, her pussy tightening around his cock, her hips moving faster, more erratically.

He knew she was chasing her orgasm, and he wanted to make sure she got it.