“Pussy Worship” was the unspoken creed of my illicit affair with Zola. The thick, ebony goddess with glowing bronze skin and sultry eyes that teased without mercy. Her crisp white blouse clung to her curves, unbuttoned just enough to tempt, while a tight pencil skirt and stockings accentuated her lush hips, thick ass and long legs.
I was her student, hopelessly addicted to the dark allure of Zola’s forbidden tutelage. In secret, she taught me the forbidden art of seduction, her husky voice guiding my every move as we explored the darker recesses of our desires.
“Focus on my juicy black pussy, darling,” she cooed over the phone, “Imagine those plump lips parting to accept your young cock. Don’t stop until you cum, right there wherever you are.” she says as she instructs me to jerk off for her. Since our first fucking session I have been masturbating to the thought of her.
I obeyed, my hand stroking my dick furiously in the bathroom, as Zola’s sultry voice washed over me, driving me closer to the edge. When I finally found release, I started to cum all over my self. Spent and trembling, it was a relief to hear her soft laughter on the other end.
“Such a good boy,” she purred, “You know what to call this… this desperate need for me and masturbating. ‘Gooning.’ Don’t be ashamed, love. I crave it just as much.”
As the weeks passed, my cravings only intensified. I found myself reaching for my phone at every opportunity, dialing Zola’s number with trembling fingers. In hushed tones, we’d engage in lewd conversations, her words painting vivid pictures that left me aching and alone.
“Touch yourself again, darling,” she’d whisper, “Let your fingers brush against your stiff young dick, imagining it’s my wet cunt wrapped around it.”
So I did, over office desks, in public restrooms, even in the confines of my own bed. Zola’s commands were my only solace, my reluctant cravings fuelling this twisted game of seduction and dominance.
But it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. Therefore I found myself submitting to her every whim, surrendering to the dark allure of this forbidden romance. For in the end, it was Zola who held the power, and I who was forever ensnared in her erotic web of desire. My dick needed her voice to instruct my gooning sessions. It’s the only thing that makes me cum now.
That Cock Belongs To Me