CUM WALK
C is for Camara’s Cum Walk
An ex student gets the painting she craves
This is a series of stories about different women I’ve slept with to the one you’ll find in most of my stories so far. E.g. My first time in a sex club — written from her point of view.
I’ll see if I can remember one for each letter of the alphabet, and what their special kink was!
She wasn’t my student anymore. At least that’s what I told myself.
She was my age so it was ok. At least that’s what I told myself.
The place was closed and really, by still being in the empty building, it was like I was doing overtime. At least that’s what I told myself.
But at the moment I was cumming between her large black breasts I don’t think I was doing too much thinking at all. She wasn’t slim but she was beautiful and had always been fun in the adult education classes I ran. Joking and helping the other students. Smiling and flirting and appreciating the help I was giving her. So when we swapped numbers, after her last class, I was hopeful I’d get to fuck her.
She came into see me after a different class and soon I had her on the table, touching her up, sticking my fingers inside her and watching her cum. She wanted me to sit in my desk chair while she knelt and sucked me. I thrust up to see how deep she would take it. “Sir I can’t,” she said breathless. Sir…I liked that. Students sometimes called me sir forgetting there was no hierarchy here in an adult class but when she had done it before I knew it was flirting. Now it was to make me take her harder.
She was right though, she couldn’t take it. I fucked up into her mouth and she gagged and retched and moved her head off. “No sir I can’t do it.” But then she was back on again and I couldn’t help but hit it against the back of her throat which moved against the invader. It all got very wet down her open top. She pulled off and held my soaking cock tight. “Sorry sir, I really can’t. Do I not pass now?” she said in a little voice that wasn’t anything like her own.
I smiled at her cute improvisation. I would have pretended anger, to play along, but actually I was a little annoyed as I had been about to cum hard, so I wasn’t really pretending when I said through clenched teeth, “What can you do?”
“Could you cum over my tits?” I was rather shocked at this. She didn’t want screwing? She was being so coy she wouldn’t let me use her properly?
“Why?”
“Well, I want everyone to see. I want everyone to know I’ve had sex with a teacher. I want to walk back home with your seed seeping down my neck and breasts and for it to soak into my clothes. I want everyone to see it against my dark skin. Then when I’m home I’ll play with it, taste it and rub it against my pussy. Even doing the washing will turn me on this week.”
I pushed her to the floor. Straddled her chest. Stuck my very hard erection between the deep, already wet from her own saliva, crevice of her boobs, and waited for her to hold them tightly around it, to give me that snug fit I’d been trying to get from her throat and she refused to give me in her cunt.
I pumped and in no time a huge amount of built up frustration hit her neck and big beautiful hair and smiling face and across the top of her chest. She did herself up enough to cover her nipples but a lot of bra and all of my cum was still visible. She left without a word, as if she was just a paid whore who had done her job. She crossed the busy road through the rush hour of cars and pedestrians, then disappeared in a crowd.
This was years before I found this kind of thing of porn, a cum walk, a walk of shame, but when I see it there now I know that there are women out there who want to do this just for the buzz, just to get home and frig themselves off to the feeling of humiliation and cum drying on their skin.
