Foregone Conclusions

"You know, you have such beautiful, womanly feet, if I can say. In my country, we always worship a pretty lady's feet. I give you foot massage some time, free of charge. Yes...?" Alek nodded warmly, encouraging her to say yes.

'Wow, what an offer..' thought Kristine, smiling to herself. Tom had never seemed to consider such generous, thoughtful things to do for her at home. And if he had, well, she simply wasn't aware of them. Ever the shy girl, and certainly not one used to receiving many compliments, her pretty face blushed once again as she smiled, wiggling her toes on a subconscious impulse, urged on by his kind words about her feet. When she caught herself doing it, she stopped, but Aleksander certainly noticed, and approved. Softly, he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Kristine's instep, his lips tracing ever so gently over the smooth surface of her right foot. Involuntarily, a moan escaped from her lips. The warmth of his mouth on her previously untouched foot made her throb between her legs. Her thighs clenched up, not used to such an intense feeling down there.

Alek felt her reaction immediately, making a note of the way her body tensed up and she struggled to control herself. The girl's innocence and slow descent into losing herself was the most endearing thing about Kristine to him, he found her sexier than any of the women he'd slept with in the past, though in truth Alek had not yet had her. Once more he bowed his head to kiss her gently atop her smallest toe, his lips gracing the two closest to it as well as he delivered another gentle kiss. The scent, the taste of her lingered pleasantly upon his lips for a moment as he withdrew once again..

"Oh...That feels nice..." breathed Kristine, the warmth blooming within her core in a way that was so alien to her. Reading the signals clearly, Aleksander bowed his head and faced upward, lifting her by the ankle so that her sole rested gently upon his face. Passionately he kissed her with those full, handsome lips and inhaled, fully breathing in the sweet odor as he licked and sucked from her heel to the proud balls of her feet, delaying his advance just beneath her toes. Kristine had lost control, throwing her head back and moaning. Her hands grasped with urgency at the mat beneath her, nails digging into the material while the European hunk tongued her smooth, wrinkled soles, coating them in his saliva.

Kristine's eyes squeezed shut and she let loose a whimper as she felt the telltale trickle of wetness dripping down her inner thigh, the guilt and desire arriving at a boiling point within her, both emotions struggling for dominance. Quickly she reached down, her hand covering her silk panty covered mound as if the gesture would somehow put a stop to all of the sensations tingling down below so hotly, the way a parent might shield the eyes of a child. Her hand lingered for a moment, hovering over her barely clothed, steaming sex before discretely placing it gently atop her mound. The pressure applied, the very touch of her own hand in this moment sent an electrifying jolt of pleasure surging through her loins. She simply let her hand rest there, denying herself the pleasure of playing with her pink flower.

Alek noticed that her hand was on her pussy, but she wasn't pleasuring herself. It seemed as if she were trying to guard herself and he could tell she was tossing and turning within. He wanted the pleasure to win, to seduce this sweet, deprived woman and show her what a real man was capable of. He'd never met her boyfriend, but Kristine would speak of him briefly during their sessions. She didn't seem to understand it, but she was entirely out of his league. He was soft, pale and running to fat. He didn't seem to care about keeping his body in shape, instead preferring to ignore Kristine for video games or equally dorky hobbies, and was often jealous or possessive of Kristine's relationships outside of their own.


This was part of the reason Kristine had lied about Alek's true identity to him and told him that he was a female trainer. Alek didn't mind that, as long as it kept the shy, quiet girl coming back to him and he was able to spend more time with her and her beautiful, slender body. The first day she walked into his establishment, he was taken aback by her reserved gentleness. If ever there was a definition for lady, Kristine was it. Her beauty was unique, and rare, and though he knew she was self-conscious of her nose, he only found it made her more beautiful and desirable to him. The rest of her face, and her, was immaculately beautiful. Narrow waist, protruding hip bones, thin and petite features defined her waif-like form. She would be the ultimate conquest for Alek, and more than that if he had any choice in the matter.

As he kissed her feet and licked them, he spoke softly. "I am still thinking we should only work out in the same attire. Don't you? I feel so naked." he half-joked, eyeing her black bra and panties and conveying his continued desire that she remove them.

"I don't know..." her head was tossed to the side, biting her lip as she thought of her boyfriend at work; of the mouth that felt so heavenly upon her previously untouched feet. Kristine didn't know what to do, she was helpless at the mercy of this European god. "I don't think I should..."

"Why not? Is so comfortable. The student should be as the teacher." his words made so much sense to her in that moment. Try as she might she couldn't seem to argue his logic. In truth, she was looking for any excuse to comply with his requests. Kristine slowly pulled the strap of her bra over her shoulder and down her arm, promptly doing the same to the other. Her bra hung loosely from her front, ready to slip off at the slightest touch.

Alek boldly reached down, grabbing the material and lifting it away. His cock throbbed as he caught sight of her bare chest for the first time. Her breasts were small and perky, with tiny pink nipples crowned atop her soft, humble mounds. She blushed and looked up at him, lifting her butt off of the floor and looking up at him. Taking his cue, with one swift motion Alek leaned in and slipped her panties off. He slid them down her legs and Kristine kicked them away. For the first time, they were both completely naked, and Kristine was dripping profusely between her legs.

She tried to close her legs, bringing her knees together, but Alek placed a gentle hand upon each and spread them wide. Kristine couldn't fight him. She squeezed her eyes shut and fought not to look as Alek gazed upon her glistening, pink little flower approvingly.

"Kristine, you are so beautiful..." Alek spoke in a low, honeyed voice. He knelt between her legs and leaned in until he was face-to-face with her hot sex. Softly he kissed her there, and her whole world melted away until it was just her and his tongue. He gently nudged his tongue up and down between her folds, gathering up her sweetness upon his tongue before swallowing it hungrily. Kristine shouted in pleasure at the top of her lungs, grinding up into his face involuntarily. He licked her wetness away, cleaning her up before he moved back up her body, leaving her panting and begging for more.

"Open your eyes..." He nipped at her, not wanting to push things too far without her consent. Her emerald eyes fluttered open and found his, and without further delay Alek kissed her tenderly upon the lips. Kristine melded with him, kissing him back fiercely with a desperate whimper. In that moment she had once again forgotten about everything and reveled in the warmth and passion of his kiss. Then, it was gone.

Alek pulled away, smiling and standing up straight before her. "Forgive me...I did not mean to overstep." Kristine simply smiled at him, shaking her head from side to side slightly frustrated.

"Then we can continue the routine." He announced, Kristine nodding her approval. Suddenly he was behind her once again as she sat there naked. Without warning, she felt something warm and heavy rest upon the top of her pretty head, she looked up and went wide-eyed as she saw the foreskin of his cockhead sliding down over her forehead. His heavy, sagging, hairless balls found themselves perched upon the top of her head as well.

"Wh-what..?-" she was cut off abruptly as the head slid down her nose and passed her lips, and she had to either close them or do something she wasn't sure she was ready to do. Alek's girth rested upon her lips, the head drooping down to her chin. He planted his feet firmly, squatting over her head in a lewd stance, his swollen nuts shelved upon her silken tresses; his fat, half-gorged slab of meat hanging obscenely over her pretty face.

"Relax, is a new exercise..." Kristine was silent, her pursed lips were the only thing keeping his potently fragrant cock from entering her mouth, touching her tongue, or truly feeling her kissable lips pressed against it. She simply nodded her head 'yes', jiggling his bountiful balls back and forth in the process.

"Ahh...that feels nice..." he moaned as her silken hair brushed back and forth pleasantly against his wrinkled scrotum. He began to squat down low, sliding his testicles off of her head and letting them brush against the back of her neck with each descent, his fat cock slithering lewdly back up her face and plateauing upon her scalp. Then, he'd lift himself back up, restoring his genitals to their original position atop Kristine's head.

'God, what am I doing? Just tell him to stop, get up and leave..' Kristine thought to herself, but she never moved, or dared to speak a word. Something deep within held her back and prevented her from taking action. She refused to let her mouth betray her this time. In that moment of toiling with her will, she had a surprisingly naughty thought; a way to justify her wanton curiosity. As Alek's thunderous cockhead was slipping slowly back down over her face, she feigned protest, opening her mouth in an attempt to say 'No..', her mouth creating a most inviting 'O' shape that his cockhead wasted no time in finding.

"Augghhh...yes...now you are learning..." The man hissed, his voice a raspy whisper. Kristine's eyes went wide from the shock of it all. At herself, at how much she genuinely loved it right away. She'd never tasted something so naturally delicious in all of her short years upon this Earth. Nor had she ever felt an uncircumcised penis in her mouth, a new and very exotic thing for her.

Back at home, giving Tom a blowjob was something she always dreaded. For one, it was Tom's favorite sexual activity, and from the moment they met his one mission was to get one from Kristine. She protested for months, always finding it disgusting, but eventually his prodding and poking became too much and she agreed. From the first time she let him in her mouth, she highly disliked it. It tasted awful. It felt degrading to her, and Tom often made remarks during the act that made her feel sick to her stomach.

"Come on, baby, suck it like you want it!" were words that often came out of Tom's mouth while Kristine struggled to not succumb to revulsion. Once, he made a remark that she was sucking it like it stunk, referring to a certain disgusted look on her face, and Kristine wanted nothing more than to tell him that it did, in fact, stink; that she hated doing it and that the taste made her sick.

Not this one, though. The moment his fleshy, engorged tip entered her sweet, warm mouth, bliss washed over her. Kristine, as if it were some long-lost instinct of hers, began to manipulate her lips around the loose foreskin, suck-kissing his meat while mewling her joy softly. Alek, meanwhile, remained in his squatting position. His head was tossed back and he moaned incessantly, delighting in the pleasure of Kristine's sweet, suckling lips and curious tongue. He noticed that her tongue slipped several times beneath the meaty foreskin, her tongue skirting around the ultra-sensitive head hidden beneath the skin.

Alek was, without any doubt to Kristine, truly hung like a horse, something she'd heard growing up several times, and whereas before the act of oral sex, to her, was a chore that involved putting a foul tasting, wormy piece of meat into her mouth, now it was suddenly the most empowering thing she had ever done. For the first time she felt like a woman as her cheeks bulged out with this alpha male's cock - her cheeks often hollowed on her boyfriend's small cock. 'What have I become?' She gazed up the length of his manhood, amazed at how much more she simply wasn't able to fit into her mouth.

The awkward position they found themselves in did nothing to stop them. When it was required, Kristine tilted her head back to accommodate more of him, now looking straight up at the ceiling. Alek stepped forward a few inches, his cock pointing straight down at her face. Kristine blinked up at him, an eyeful of his gorgeous, smooth balls and tanned ass fueling the fire of her lust more than ever.

Her short daydream, the one where she was playfully squeezing his gorgeous butt while they kissed, was interrupted by the drooling tip of his cock rubbing lightly against her lips. Kristine wasn't upset.

"Open for me, Kristine..." he breathed anxiously, and Kristine obeyed. Parting her lips once more, she took him back into her mouth, the heat of his cock permeating throughout along with the potent taste. Her petite body shuddered upon the mat, her toes curling into the soft material. Alek now had much more leverage and easier access to her mouth than before, and Kristine found herself soon overwhelmed by the girth of him.

"Mrff..frmrlm..gggghhh." Her voice was muffled, and soon her vision would be as well. As he sank his cock deeper and deeper into her drooling warmth, his sagging balls casually rested atop her forehead, spilling down over her eyes like water and robbing her of her vision.

"Is okay, baby. Is all part of it...just relax..." He soothed her with his words, squatting lewdly over her face, dipping his cock in and out, in and out, over and over all while he moaned and shuddered from the pleasure. His sculpted leg muscles that he worked so hard to achieve were paying off now, tensing and flexing, allowing him to fuck Kristine's mouth with minimal effort. The man was a well-oiled machine.

Meanwhile, Kristine was struggling down below, her legs kicking as she gagged and got fucked in her innocent mouth. She wasn't used to a cock more than five inches, and this was proving to be quite the test for her. She also never dared let Tommy climb atop her and use her mouth in such an obnoxious fashion, but with this man it felt right. Every fifteen to twenty thrusts, Alek would withdraw from her mouth completely, his slimy, spit-covered cock suspended proudly over her face, a ribbon of thick saliva connecting from the tip to her bottom lip. He would then rub his slimy cock upon her nose. Kristine found herself sniffing at it absentmindedly, lost in her daze of lust and rapturous pleasure.

Alek reached down, wrapping his fingers around his veined shaft and sliding the loose foreskin down past the head, exposing his pinkish-purple head to her

"Suck on the head baby, suckle just the head..." He moaned, lost in a delirium of pleasure from the girl's suck.

'I can manage that, at least..' she thought to herself. Kristine lifted her head slightly, eagerly wrapping her lips around the smooth, velvet flesh of Alek's bulbous cockhead, extending her tongue to meet it, swirling around it's sensitive ridge over and over as she lovingly sucked on the head. She was surprised at herself; at how willingly she obeyed his commands and did the one thing she always thought she hated. Just sucking on the European hunk's glans was more of a task than sucking her boyfriend's entire cock. Her trainer's cockhead was at least three times as big as Tommy's, and so much more enjoyable and fulfilling to suck on. She began to feel a dull ache in her jaw, something she'd never experienced at home, as she never had to open that wide, but for Alek she was stretching her jaw to the limits.

Alek suddenly let go of his girth, allowing the foreskin to glide beautifully back down over the rubbery head of his manhood. Kristine gasped as she felt the loose yet tight flesh meet her lips. She kissed softly, lovingly, showing her undeniable respect to his superior foreskin. He placed his hands upon his hips proudly and remained still, smiling arrogantly up at the ceiling as he thought of her boyfriend's ignorance; Kristine held herself up by two bony elbows and whimpered away as she worked to please him with a passion she didn't know she was capable of. All that mattered to her in this moment was making Alek feel good, to feel him throb between her kissable lips.

The whole time she wore a scarlet blush upon her face, knowing deep down that she was wrong; her boyfriend's judging face flashing before her again and again, but she quickly pushed that away, blocking it out in favor of working her lips and tongue in just the right fashion over Alek's sensitive head. She studied the way he responded, the way to lick him just right. Whenever she would think of Tommy, another copious stream of slick, salty pre-cum would drool from his massive tip upon her tongue, and the taste was so rich and divine to Kristine that she'd forgotten all about him.

"Ahhhhh....yeeeeeees...." His words hung in the air, long and drawn-out groans of pure bliss that only stoked the flames blazing within Kristine. Her throat was constantly in need of swallowing, as the man supplied a steady deposit of his pre-cum to feed his sweet, shy girl.

"Do you mind if I lie down? I want to enjoy this.." He said in a voice that made Kristine's thighs squeeze together, attempting to quell the heat surging between. Every time he spoke, she found herself unable to deny him, loving the way he gave her commands. She simply looked up at him, mouth filled with his cockhead, and nodded 'yes', her emerald eyes bright and expressive and filled with a pleading Alek had not seen before. She suckled away the last traces of his pre-cum and pulled herself away from the head with a whimper.

Alek lied down on his back, reaching over to the pile of clothing Kristine had left on the floor and grabbing her tiny, black panties. He brought them over to his face and sniffed them deeply, draping the gusset over his nose and leaving it there while Kristine settled between the man's muscled thighs. She leaned down and kissed his uncut cock up and down the veined, meaty length. Once she reached the tip, her slender fingers wrapped around the mid-shaft and pulled down, once again sliding his heavenly (and Kristine couldn't deny it - simply fascinating) foreskin down over his swollen head. Kristine took a moment to just stare awestruck at the beauty of his smooth, purple cockhead and the way his skin contoured around him.

"Suck it baby, suck...ah..ahhhhhh." He wasn't even able to finish the sentence before Kristine engulfed him in her soaking mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked and bobbed, licked and kissed and did all the things she knew men liked. At least Tommy taught her something.

"I'm going to cum, baby..." This was the moment of truth. Kristine knew she should pull off and stroke him to completion, let him finish in her hand...she should, but she didn't. She doubled her efforts, her eyes avoiding his as she fucked her own mouth upon his cock lewdly. She gagged profusely, not used to such a big cock, but it didn't matter. Her eyes watered, sending her eyeliner streaking down her cheeks as she gagged and retched all over Alek's masculine tool. She literally threw herself upon him like a common whore.

"Here it comes, here it comes baby....." Kristine clenched his thighs with thin fingers, forcing herself down as far as she could go, feeling the swollen head force itself into the small hole of her throat. This new sensation seemed to send him completely over the edge, as Kristine looked up and saw that he was practically sitting up, his abs clenched so tightly it looked painful, but it wasn't, he was doubled over in pleasure as he grunted approvingly. Kristine thought to herself she'd never seen a man so strong and beautiful.