The door creaked shut, and I was alone with him in the vast, empty house. His gaze wandered over my lithe body, and I could feel the heat of a blush spreading across my cheeks as I averted my eyes, my heart racing.

“Come here, Naomi,” he said softly, his voice tinged with a hint of command that made my knees weak. I hesitantly crossed the room, stopping a few feet away from him. He reached out and gently took my hand, drawing me closer. “I’m going to teach you how to please a man, just like your mom taught you how to cook,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear as he pulled me into his embrace.

He guided my hand down to his crotch, and I felt the hard bulge beneath his jeans, making me gasp. He unzipped his pants, revealing his massive cock. I’d never seen anything so big, and my heart stuttered in my chest as I realized what he wanted me to do.

“It’s called a handjob,” he explained patiently, wrapping my fingers around his thick shaft. “Use your hand to stroke me, just like this,” he demonstrated, moving my hand in a slow, rhythmic motion that made him groan softly.

As I continued to jerk him off, he reached up and cupped my breast through my thin t-shirt, making me gasp at the unexpected sensation. He pushed the fabric aside and pinched my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. “You like that, don’t you, you little slut?” he growled, and I nodded, biting my lip as I felt a slick wetness begin to build between my thighs.

“Do you want to taste it?” he asked, and I nodded again, eager to please him. He guided my hand away from his cock, and I sank to my knees in front of him, tentatively reaching out to wrap my lips around the head of his erection. He let out a low moan as I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty pre-come that beaded at the slit.

“That’s it, just like that,” he praised, thrusting his hips forward slightly to push more of his cock into my eager mouth. I gagged as his thick shaft hit the back of my throat, but he continued to thrust, using my mouth for his pleasure.

Finally, he pulled out, his cock glistening with my saliva as he looked down at me expectantly. “Now it’s my turn,” he murmured, lifting me up and pulling my shorts down. He pushed me back onto the couch and knelt between my legs, spreading them wide.

His tongue flicked out, and I gasped at the sensation as he licked a slow, wet line up my slit, circling my clit before dipping inside me. I had never felt anything so good, and I whimpered, my body writhing beneath his talented tongue. He pushed a finger inside me, and I felt a sharp pinch, followed by a warm, tingling sensation as he began to finger fuck me, his tongue still working its magic on my swollen clit.

I knew that I was close, and as if sensing my readiness, he pulled away. He rose above me, his cock poised at my entrance, and I looked up at him nervously. “Don’t worry, Naomi,” he murmured, kissing me softly. “I’ll make you feel so good.”

He pushed forward, and I gasped as his massive cock stretched me, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before. He moved slowly at first, giving me time to adjust to his girth, but soon he was pounding into me, the slapping of our skin echoing through the room as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.

The pain began to mingle with the pleasure, and I realized that I loved the feeling of being utterly filled, of being used for his pleasure. I came with a scream as he thrust deep, his cock twitching as he filled me with his come, marking me as his own.

He pulled out slowly, and I watched as his come dripped down my thighs, a testament to our shared desire. He collapsed next to me on the couch, his hand stroking my hair as he looked at me with a satisfied smile. “You did so well, my little slut,” he praised, and I felt a sense of pride and contentment wash over me. I knew that I would do anything to please him, to feel his touch, his cock, and his love.