Mom Professor Whore
Copyright© 2026 by SindeeM
Chapter 5: MILFy Escorts & Jack
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5: MILFy Escorts & Jack - This is continuing story of a woman who is Dean of Ethics and Professor at a University, a mother of two that is blackmailed into becoming a high priced whore. There is heavy sex, non-consensual, humiliation. Later on lesbian, interracial, double penetration, gangbang
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough Spanking Interracial Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Oral Sex Tit-Fucking Prostitution
Vesper shoved the envelope with the payment from her last client. Dominic took the money out and counted it.
“$15,000. Good girl.” He handed her $3,000. “20%.”
Every time she took her cut, it made her feel like a true whore. The debauchery of selling her body and the sex acts themselves were degrading, but then taking the money was even more humiliating. How could she lecture about self-accountability to be moral and ethical when she spreads her legs for any man that pays her? She was just a commodity. A whore.
“I think you are getting too comfortable as a high-end whore,” Dominic said with a sneer.
Elizabeth looked at him with hate and shock. “What do you mean, comfortable? You know these bastards like to degrade and humiliate me, which is more of a turn-on than pounding my cunt or ass.”
Dominic used his common tactic of waving his hand in dismissal of her argument.
“You don’t know what a real whore has to do or the experience of a real whore. For common whores, they have to work much harder.”
She saw the look in his eyes, and he had some sort of devious plan for her.
“You, my slutty MILF whore, are going to set up an account on one of the MLIF escort sites. You are going to service the common man, not just the high and mighty. Don’t get me wrong; I’m still going to sell your ass to the wealthy privileged crowd, but now the common guys get a piece of that Mom Next Door ass.”
Dominic’s voice dropped to a low and dangerous tone. He sat in the leather armchair opposite her, a glass of wine in his hand. He looked like a king surveying his new property.
“What’s wrong, slut? You know you always have a choice to walk away from all of this.”
With an evil grin “However, those photos go out to everyone at the university, to the boards of the non-profits, and to your children.”
With a defeated tone, she said, “Damn you, Dominic, you know I don’t have any other choice.”
“It’s not discreet, Dominic,” she stammered. “I’m the moral compass; I lecture students on ethics and discretion for a living. If the parents find out the ‘kind’ of work their daughter’s teacher is doing, I’m finished. My career is over.”
Dominic laughed, a harsh, barking sound. He took a slow sip of his drink. “Discreet? Darling, look at the clientele. The men who pay for whores on those sites aren’t looking for discretion. They’re looking for a quick, anonymous fuck. They’re exactly at risk of being exposed, as you are. In fact, they’re usually married men hiding their sins just like you. You’re not the only one with secrets, Elizabeth.”
“I ... I can do that,” she said, though the thought exhausted her.
“No, you will do it,” he corrected her sharply. “Here is the final rule: You cannot refuse a customer who buys your time. If some guy, some stranger, some creep, wants to pay to fuck your ass, you don’t get to say no. You don’t get to lecture him about lubrication or foreplay. You take the money, and you take the cock.”
Elizabeth felt a shiver run down her spine. The idea of being used by strangers, of having no control over her own body, terrified her, yet it unlocked a hidden part of her she had buried deep under her tweed blazers and stern lectures.
“Are you listening to me?” Dominic asked, his voice dropping an octave.
“Yes, Dominic,” she whispered.
He stood up and walked over to her, towering over her seated form. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from her forehead. His touch was rough, possessive. “You’re not just a professor anymore. You’re Vesper. Vesper needs to learn that I can sell her ass like a common whore, or she can have the privilege of serving the rich and wealthy in privacy. This is teaching you, the professor, a lesson.”
Elizabeth swallowed hard, the taste of fear mixing with a strange, dark excitement. “Okay. I’ll set it up.”
Elizabeth went home and found the website MilfyEscorts.com. She created her account and filled in the details. She posted several photos of herself. The main photo was her dressed as a “soccer mom.” She had several other photos of herself in a low-cut dress, bra/panties, and corset, lying naked on the bed face down.
Profile Name: MomNextDoor
Name: Vesper
Headline: The “Good Girl” Next Door Who Loves to Sin
Caters To: Men, Women, Couples
Gender: Female
Age: 50s
Body Type: Curvy
Height: 5 ft 5 inches / 165 cm
Ethnicity: White
Cup Size: 44 DD
Hair Color: Blonde
Eye Color: Blue
Bio:
Hi there. I’m the lady in the flower dress you see walking the dog or dropping the kids off at soccer practice. I smile, say hello, and look like the picture of suburban stability. But that’s just the mask I wear for the neighbors.
Behind closed doors, I want to be the one who breaks your rules. I’m a former academic who spent years lecturing students on virtue, but now I want to be the one who gives you permission to let go of your inhibitions. I am here to be your ultimate escape, the MILF you’ve been fantasizing about. I want to take you to a place where you don’t have to think, just feel. I want to be the woman who satisfies your wildest desires and leaves you breathless.
I dress for the classroom, but I undress for you. I have a tight, mature body that’s ready to be worshipped. I specialize in the “Naughty Neighbor” fantasy. I want to be the woman next door you’ve always dreamed about. I want to come over, strip down, and show you exactly what I can do. I want to show you exactly how a woman takes care of a man and makes sure you leave my bed completely satisfied.
I love the taste of a man. I love the sound of a man groaning when I take him deep. I’m discreet, safe, and absolutely filthy. I want to be your dirty little secret.
Services
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PSE (Porn Star Experience): I want to be your fantasy come to life. I’m dirty, I’m loud, and I love it rough. I’ll beg for your cock, scream your name, and take it from every angle. I’m into toys, messy sex, and being treated like the filthy slut you want me to be. I’ll swallow every drop and beg for more, loving every second of being used.
Expert Cock Sucking & Ass Licking: I have a mouth made for one thing: sucking cock. I’ll take you all the way down my throat, feeling your heavy balls slap against my chin, and I won’t stop until you explode. But I don’t just want your cum; I want your ass, too. I’ll bury my face between your cheeks, licking your hole with my tongue, rimming you until you’re begging me to stick something bigger inside you. I love the taste of a man and the musk of his ass.
Deep Throat: I have a secret weapon: I have zero gag reflex. I love the feeling of a hard cock sliding down my throat, stretching me out. I’ll take you all the way, look up at you with my eyes, and swallow every inch until you explode, loving the way you grab my hair and fuck my face.
Expert Cunnilingus: I have an insatiable appetite for pussy. I love the taste, the heat, and the power of making a woman quiver. I’ll eat you out until you’re raw and begging for mercy, using my tongue and lips to bring you to the brink over and over again.
Roleplay: I can be the strict professor who needs a lesson, the naughty neighbor who needs a spanking, the boss who demands submission, or the innocent girl who needs to be corrupted. Tell me your fantasy, and I’ll live it for you.
Anything Goes: I’m open-minded and adventurous. I love fetishes, BDSM, anal play, and experimenting. If you have a wild, specific fantasy, I want to make it happen. I’m here to satisfy your darkest desires.
Rates:
Handjob Only (30 minutes): $100
Ideal for a quick, satisfying release
Quick Visit (30 Minutes): $250
Perfect for the businessman on a lunch break or the student who needs a quick fix before class. Blow-and-go.
Standard Hour: $500
The most popular rate. Full service. I’m great at conversation; there’s no awkward silence.
Two Hours: $800
Longer and more intimate, full service.
The “Dinner Date” (4 to 6 Hours): $1500
Ideal for a night out. We can go to a nice restaurant; I’ll hold your arm and make you look good, then we can retire to your place or mine for dessert.
Overnight Stay: $2500
For the man who needs more than just sex. Includes breakfast, cuddling, and morning sex. I’ll be your girlfriend for the night.
Specialty: “The Virgin Breaker” (Virgin Deflowering): $700
Have you never been with a woman? I specialize in teaching younger men how to please a woman. I’ll guide your hand, show you exactly how to eat pussy, and make sure your first time is unforgettable. I’ll teach you how to fuck me the way you’ll want to fuck your girlfriend.
Availability: You can book times on my calendar app. Same-day appointments are generally limited to 30-minute or one-hour sessions. Please book in advance for longer sessions. I am generally available in the early evening for a few hours and on weekends.
Donna sat on the edge of her bed, her long legs stretched out. She was 5’9” of lean, athletic muscle, her pale skin flushed a dull pink as she read a textbook she had already memorized. She looked like a librarian, a scholar, a girl who found more solace in a library than on a dance floor.
Across from her, Jack Morton shifted nervously on the wooden chair. He was eighteen, a senior, and currently the luckiest guy in school. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and sweatpants. Damn, she was so sexy. He was imagining what was under all of that loose-fitting clothing. He was a virgin, a “horn dog” as his friends liked to call him, but he was trying to play it cool.
“So,” Jack started, his voice cracking slightly. He cleared his throat, running a hand through his messy blonde hair. “Prom is ... you know ... in two weeks.
Donna didn’t look up from her book. “Yes, Jack. I calculated the probability of rain to be approximately 12% based on the current barometric pressure. We should bring an umbrella.”
Jack groaned internally. God, she’s so smart. She’s always analyzing everything. He wanted to tell her to shut up and just look at him. He wanted to tell her that the weather report was the last thing on his mind.
He leaned forward, invading her personal space. He could smell her scent, clean soap, and something faintly floral, like lavender. It was intoxicating. “Right. Umbrella. Good point.”
He paused, his brain scrambling for the right words. He’d seen movies. He knew how this went. You asked the girl out, you took her to the dance, and then ... then you went to a hotel room or parked in a car somewhere. He wanted to go to a hotel room. He wanted to fuck Donna.
“So, um ... what are we doing after the dance?” Jack asked, his voice too loud in the quiet room. “Like, after the limo ride? After the dinner?”
Donna finally closed her book. She looked at him, her hazel eyes sharp and observant, analyzing his face as if he were a specimen in a petri dish. She saw the sweat beading on his upper lip. She saw the way his eyes darted down to her chest, even though she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that hid everything.
Donna said, her voice calm and precise, “Well, we could go get a late-night snack; we could watch a movie.”
She paused on purpose. Guys are so transparent. Do they really think us girls don’t know what is always on their minds?
“We could do just about anything, I suppose.” She watched as he perked up at the mention of doing just about anything.
“I do have the SAT next week, so I could always use the rest to prepare, of course.”
Jack shifted his weight. “Yeah. Rest. Sure. That makes sense.”
He wanted to grab her. He wanted to pull her onto his lap and kiss her until they were both breathless. He wanted to rip off those clothes and see what was hiding underneath. But he was clumsy. He was just a boy who had been fed too much porn and too little reality.
“Jack,” Donna said, breaking his trance. She tilted her head, a small gap visible between her front teeth when she smiled, a trait she usually tried to hide. “You are being vague. Why do you ask about after the dance?”
Jack flushed crimson. “I ... I mean, I just thought ... maybe we could go to the lake house? Or maybe somewhere else?”
Donna’s internal voice was screaming, Tell him. Tell him you want his cock inside you. Tell him you want him to take your virginity. But her public voice was the voice of the intellectual protector. She needed to maintain her facade.
“I’m confused, Jack,” she said softly, playing the innocent. “What exactly are you suggesting we do?”
Jack rubbed the back of his neck, his face burning. “I mean ... I want to see you. Just you. Alone. Without everyone watching.”
Donna’s heart skipped a beat. She looked at him, really looked at him. He was just a kid, really. A kid with a hard-on and a lot of hormones. But he was her date. He was the guy she wanted to lose her virginity to. She wanted him to take charge. She wanted him to stop being polite and start being a man.
She wanted him to say, “Donna, I want to fuck you so bad I can’t think.”
Instead, he stammered, “I mean, we could ... you know ... hang out? Watch a movie?”
Donna sighed, a sound of pure frustration. She stood up, her tall frame looming over him. She walked over to her closet and started rummaging through hangers, deliberately ignoring him.
“I suppose a movie is OK,” she said, not looking back. “Let’s see what happens; we don’t have to decide that now.”
Jack was puzzled. How does anyone figure out what girls really are saying? he thought.
“Sure,” he mumbled.
Jack watched her, defeated. He knew he had blown it. He knew he was supposed to be the alpha, the one in control, but he was just a clumsy, horny teenager. He watched her legs move as she walked away, his mind already racing ahead to the night of the prom, wondering if he would finally have the courage to just grab her.
The lunchroom was a cacophony of clattering trays and loud laughter, but Jack felt like he was underwater. He sat hunched over his tray of untouched nachos, staring at his phone screen, trying to look busy.
“So, Jack,” Mark, one of his buddies, said, leaning in with a shit-eating grin. “The big night is coming up. You gonna tap that? I heard you guys are going to the lake house afterward.”
Jack shifted uncomfortably, his knee bouncing under the table. “Yeah, we are. It’s ... it’s going to be cool.”
“You haven’t asked her yet, have you?” another guy chimed in, tossing a French fry into his mouth. “Come on, man. You’ve been staring at her since freshman year. You gotta make your move.
“I don’t know, man,” Jack muttered, his voice tight. “She’s ... she’s different. She’s smart. She reads a lot. She’s not like those girls at the party. She’s not that kind of girl.”
“That’s the problem, dude,” Mark laughed, slapping Jack on the back hard enough to make him spill his drink. “You’re too scared. You got the hots for the librarian, and you’re shaking in your boots. You gotta be alpha. You gotta take what you want.
Jack looked around the table. They were all grinning at him, expecting him to laugh along, to play the part of the confident high school senior. But he couldn’t. He felt a flush creeping up his neck, hot and suffocating.
He cleared his throat, lowering his voice so only they could hear. “Guys ... look.” He swallowed hard. “I’ve never ... done it.”
The table grew quiet. The laughter died down, replaced by a sudden, intense curiosity.
“Never?” Mark asked, his eyebrows shooting up.
“No,” Jack whispered, his eyes darting around to make sure no one else was listening. “I’ve never ... you know. Put my dick in a pussy. I don’t want to mess it up. What if I cum too fast? What if I don’t know what to do? I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Donna. She’s ... she’s worth it, you know? I actually respect her.”
Ben, who was sitting across from him, stopped chewing. He looked at Jack with a mix of pity and understanding. He was the guy who had a steady girlfriend in sophomore year and actually knew what he was doing. He was the one who usually had the answers.
“You gotta jump in sometime, bro,” Ben said finally, his voice low and serious. “You can’t spend your whole life jerking off to a fantasy. Eventually, the rubber band snaps.”
They all laughed at the “rubber band” joke, but the tension in Jack’s chest loosened slightly.
Ben leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “You know what we need to do?” he asked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
The other guys looked at him, confused. “What?”
Ben smiled, a knowing, conspiratorial smile. “We get him some practice before!”
“Practice?” one of them asked, scratching his head. “For what?”
“Before the prom, dumbass,” Ben said, rolling his eyes. “We gotta get him ready for Donna. He’s gonna need to know what a pussy feels like, how to eat it, and how to make a girl scream. If he shows up at the lake house and is a total rookie, he’s gonna blow it.”
“Hand pussy?” one of the guys cracked, snorting with laughter. “We gonna buy him a fleshlight?”
“Fuck no,” Ben snapped, shutting that down immediately. “Not a cheap plastic toy. I’m talking about a real woman. A high-class escort. Someone who knows what she’s doing. Someone who can teach him how to fuck.”
The table went silent for a second as the implications sank in.
“Man, that’s gonna cost us,” one guy said, checking his pockets. “A high-class escort? That’s like two hundred bucks an hour.”
“Maybe more,” Ben admitted. “But think about it. If Jack gets laid, he’s gonna be happy. If he gets laid by a pro, he’s gonna be a stud. He’s gonna go into that prom confident. He’s gonna walk in there and know exactly how to handle Donna. We gotta help our friend get into Donna’s pants. That has got to be the ultimate high.”
They all laughed, the idea of their buddy getting laid by a pro before the big night sounding like the perfect prank.
Ben looked directly at Jack, his expression serious. “I’ll take care of everything, dude. Don’t worry about it. I know a site. I’ll find you someone who understands the situation. Someone who won’t judge you for being a virgin.”
Jack looked at Ben, relief washing over him. The fear of messing up with Donna was paralyzing, but this was a safety net. He didn’t have to be perfect. He could go in there and actually know what he was doing.
“Really?” Jack asked, his voice cracking. “You’d do that?”
“Yeah, man,” Ben said, picking up his phone. “Relax. Just focus on your calculus homework. I got this.”
Ben opened his browser and started typing. He wasn’t looking for cheap, trashy listings or sticky motel rooms. He wanted something classy. He wanted someone who could take a guy’s virginity and make him feel like a king. He wanted an escort who understood the pressure of the prom, an escort who could handle a nervous kid.
He clicked through a few generic sites, skimming through blurry photos of women who looked bored and tired. He needed someone different. Someone who looked like she had a secret life. Someone who looked like she could handle a virgin without making him feel like a piece of meat.
He typed in “mature,” “experienced,” and “discreet.”
The search results flooded the screen, but one banner caught his eye. It was bright, inviting, and promised exactly what he was looking for.
MilfyEscorts.com - The Best in Mature Companionship.
Ben clicked the link, a smirk playing on his lips. This was it. This was the one.
Ben scrolled past a few generic listings, blonde bombshells, and fitness models who looked like they were bored out of their minds. He needed someone different. He needed someone who sounded like she actually enjoyed the job, someone with a bit of grit.
Then, he saw it. The ad for MomNextDoor
He tapped the screen, and the profile popped up in full view. The guys crowded around him, shoulders bumping as they leaned in to read over his shoulder.
The photos did not show her face but a fantastic MILF body. There were not nude shots but she was in a bra and panties, a conservative dress; there was one with her lying on her stomach with sideboob and her naked ass from the side.
“Check out those tits and ass. Fuuuuuuuck” one guy said.
“Whoa,” Mark whispered, eyes wide. “Check this out. She wants $700 for the ‘Virgin Breaker’ service.”
“Virgin Breaker?” another friend asked, squinting at the text. “What’s that?”
Ben read the description aloud, his voice dropping an octave to make it sound like a mission briefing. “Have you never been with a woman? I specialize in teaching younger men how to please a woman. I’ll guide your hand, show you exactly how to eat pussy, and make sure your first time is unforgettable. I’ll teach you how to fuck me the way you’ll want to fuck your girlfriend.”
“That sounds perfect,” Jack breathed, looking up at Ben. “Exactly what I need.”
“Yeah, but look at the rest of this,” Ben said, scrolling down. “She offers a GFE, Girlfriend Experience. She’s good at conversation; there’s no awkward silence. And look at the PSE: Porn Star Experience. She wants to be your fantasy come to life. Dirty, loud, and rough.”
He skimmed the list of services, his eyes lingering on the most graphic ones. “Expert Cock Sucking & Ass Licking. She has a mouth made for one thing. And she loves the taste of a man and the musk of his ass.”
“Dude,” Mark whistled low. “That’s a lot of ass-licking. But I guess if you’re gonna pay $700, you want the whole package.”
Ben nodded. “Check the rates. A standard hour is $500. That’s steep for a student, but the Virgin Breaker is $700. And she offers an overnight stay for $2500. She’s expensive, but she’s high-end.”
“I can’t believe she charges for that,” Jack said, looking at the screen. “I mean, it makes sense. She’s a pro. But $700 ... that’s a lot of money.”
“It’s an investment,” Ben said firmly. “Think about it, man. You walk into that prom with Donna, you’ve already had a pro show you the ropes. You won’t be nervous. You’ll be a stud.”
Jack looked at the screen, his heart pounding. The anxiety was starting to melt away, replaced by the thrill of the plan. “Okay. I’m in. Do it.”
Ben went back to the profile. There was a section that said, “Please send a message with your inquiry and availability before booking. He tapped the ‘Message’ button.
He typed quickly, the keys clacking under his fingers.
Hi. I’m looking for the Virgin Breaker service for a friend of mine. He’s 18, about to go to the prom, and he’s never been with a woman. He’s nervous and needs someone patient and experienced to show him the ropes. How soon can you make this happen?
He hit send and hit refresh. The screen flickered, and a new message appeared.
Hello there. I specialize in exactly this. I have deflowered many young men over the years, and I know exactly how to handle it. I can be gentle, or I can be rough. It depends on what you need. I’m very patient. As for timing, I’m available next weekend. Let me know if that works for you.
Ben read the reply aloud to the guys. “She says she’s done it before. Lots of them. She’s patient.”
“That’s the one,” Mark said, pumping a fist in the air. “We got a plan.”
Ben typed back. Next weekend works. How long do we need?
The Virgin Breaker does have a set time, and so you don’t get charged by the hour, just the $700. I suggest two hours; if it goes longer, that is fine with me. I suspect you are all friends of the same age, so I’ll give you the student discount as well. $500. Does that sound good?
Ben looked at Jack. “Two hours. Next weekend. She’s booked.”
Jack stared at the screen, a grin spreading across his face. He looked at his friends, who were high-fiving each other. The fear was gone. He wasn’t going to be a virgin at the prom anymore. He was going to be prepared.
“Yeah,” Jack said, his voice steady. “Two hours. Next weekend. Let’s do it.”
The luxury suite smelled of expensive sandalwood and champagne. Elizabeth stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the strap of her red dress. It was a tight, red number that hugged her curves, leaving nothing to the imagination. She had applied heavy makeup. dark eyeliner, red lipstick that looked like a wound, and a shade of blush that made her look flushed and wanton.
She looked like Vesper. She looked like a whore.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady her hands. Her heart was hammering against her ribs. Don’t think about Donna, she told herself. Don’t think about the ethics. Just do the job. Just get paid.
She checked her phone. 6:00 PM. He was late. Or maybe he was already here, standing outside the door, too scared to knock.
The knock came at exactly 6:05 PM.
Elizabeth’s stomach churned. She smoothed down her dress and walked to the door. She didn’t check the peephole. She knew who it was.
She opened the door.
Jack stood there, looking like a deer in headlights.
He was wearing Dockers and a polo, quite the dress-up for an 18-year-old, she thought. He held a single rose in his hand. He looked up at her, his eyes wide, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.
“Mrs. Collins?” he squeaked.
Elizabeth froze. The blood drained from her face, leaving her pale and stunned. She looked at him, really looked at him. She saw the nervous tension in his jaw, the way he held his hands behind his back.
“Jack?” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Jack Morton?”
“Yeah,” he said, his face turning a deep shade of crimson. “Hi. I ... I’m here for the appointment.”
Elizabeth felt a wave of nausea so strong it nearly knocked her over. The Virgin Breaker. The client who needed to be taught how to fuck. The client who was about to go to the prom with her daughter.
She was going to teach her daughter’s boyfriend how to eat pussy. She was going to show him how to stick his cock inside a woman.
“Oh,” Elizabeth breathed, forcing a smile that felt like it was tearing her face apart. “I ... I see.”
Jack shifted his weight, looking down at her. He took in her red dress, her heavy makeup, and the way her chest heaved with nervous anticipation. He looked confused. “You ... you’re Vesper?”
“I am,” she said, stepping aside to let him in. “Come in, Jack. Don’t be shy. I was just getting a glass of wine. Have a seat.”
She closed the door and leaned against it, her back sliding down the wood until she hit the floor. She squeezed her eyes shut. God, this is a disaster. I have to do this. I have to do this.
She took a deep breath and stood up, plastering the “Vesper” mask back on her face. She needed to be sultry. She needed to be confident. She needed to be the whore who could handle anything.
She walked over to the king-sized bed and sat on the edge, patting the space next to her. “Come here, sweetie,” she said, her voice dropping an octave, thick with suggestion.
Jack hesitated for a second, then walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, leaving a respectful distance between them.
Elizabeth reached out and took his hand. His hands were warm. She ran her fingers over his knuckles. “You’re nervous,” she said softly.
“I am,” Jack admitted, looking at his lap. “I’ve never ... done this before.”
“Shhh,” Elizabeth whispered. She leaned in and kissed his cheek. It’s okay. I’ve got you. I’m here to help.”
She moved closer, her body pressing against his. She ran her hands over his chest and then down, brushing over his pants, feeling his erection. It was huge. He was a grown man.
She pressed her big tits against him, leaning in and nibbling on his neck while gently squeezing his hard cock through his pants.
“I’m going to teach you how to please a woman, Jack,” she said, her lips brushing against his ear. “I’m going to show you exactly what to do with that beautiful cock.”
She pulled back and looked him in the eye. She saw the fear and the desire warring in his gaze. She smiled, a wicked, predatory smile.
Vesper had to diffuse the tension. “Don’t think of me as Mrs. Collins. Right now I am your lover. Nothing else matters right now except that we are both adults doing what we want. I want you and you want me right now.”
She pressed her hand against his crotch. “You do want me, don’t you, Jack?”