Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

The Lesson

The days after the pool blurred. Nothing felt real.

But everything was a loop of her voice, her scent, her words at the poolside:

“Maybe next time, I’ll help you out.”

“I came harder than I ever have.”

“You’re learning.”

Every time my phone lit up, my stomach jumped.

Then, late Thursday evening, it finally buzzed.

Katherine:

“I’m ready if you are. Come by in 30. Front door’s open.”

My heart slammed in my chest.

I didn’t hesitate.

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Her house was dark, lit only by candles in the hallway. The air smelled like jasmine and something deeper — like heat, like sex already waiting to happen.

“Katherine?” I whispered.

Her voice floated from upstairs. “Come in. Go to the master bedroom. You’ll sit by the chair this time. No hiding. Just watching.”

I swallowed. Nodded to no one. Climbed the stairs.

The master bedroom was dim and warm. A large chair sat in the corner across from the bed — not hidden. Deliberate. She’d set it up for me.

I sat. Waited.

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The door creaked open.

Katherine stepped in first, wearing nothing but a loose silk robe that barely hung from her shoulders. She moved slowly, gracefully — and when she turned toward me, the robe slid off her body like she meant it to.

She was stunning.

Red lace. Plunging neckline. Her thick thighs glowing in the candlelight. Her fat, wet pussy already outlined through the sheer lace between her legs. Her breasts full, framed perfectly. Every curve deliberate. She moved with intent — for me.

She looked directly at me, unblinking.

“Don’t move,” she said. “You don’t speak. You watch. And you learn.”

I nodded, already hard.

“Tonight,” she said softly, “I want to give you a show. I want to feel what it’s like to be watched again. Really watched.”

Then the bedroom door opened wider — and Jason walked in.

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She greeted him with a kiss — slow and full of fire — but her eyes didn’t leave mine.

She let her body guide him toward the bed, then slid down her lace panties, letting them fall to the floor like a dare.

She bent over the edge of the bed, looking back at me.

Her voice was soft, smoky. “You see how wet I already am?”

Jason moved in behind her, dragging his hands up her thighs.

Then he dropped to his knees.

And he ate her.

Long, slow licks. His tongue buried in her. The wet sounds filled the room, slick and obscene.

Katherine moaned — low at first, then louder, as she gripped the bed and arched her back.

“Ohh f**k… yes—yes, just like that—he’s watching… I want him to see me lose control—don’t stop…”

She looked right at me again, her mouth open, her eyes dark.

“Do you see how I cum, Tommy?” she gasped. “This is what happens when it’s done right. When a woman’s really touched.”

She came hard — her thighs trembling — grinding her hips back against his mouth. Her cries were raw, her fingers clenched white-knuckled into the sheets.

Then she turned, pushed Jason onto the bed, and climbed on top of him.

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Cowgirl.

She slid down onto his thick cock slowly, moaning as she took him inch by inch. Her back arched. Her breasts bounced with each slow grind.

She started moving — soft, rhythmic, deliberate.

“I want you to see every second of this,” she said. “Every bounce. Every squeeze. This is what it looks like when a woman takes what she wants.”

Her hands moved over her body, pinching her nipples, sliding down to her hips.

She picked up the pace, grinding and riding, then slowing again, dragging it out — a performance just for me.

Jason groaned under her.

She leaned over, resting her hands on his chest, whispering something in his ear — then turned her head toward me.

“You ever think about me riding you like this, Tommy?” she asked through a pant. “Would you last even a minute with me on top?”

She laughed at my reaction — that breathless silence.

Then she rode harder.

Her moans rose, her hair falling in waves across her shoulders, sweat shining on her chest.

“Yes… yes… baby, I’m close—fuck—don’t stop—YES!”

She collapsed onto him for a moment, catching her breath — then pulled off and dropped to her knees.

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She sucked him.

Wet. Loud. Two-handed. Her head bobbed with rhythm and filth, spit dripping down to her tits.

“F**k… Katherine…” Jason groaned, barely holding it in.

She looked up at me while doing it — and I swear, she winked.

Then Jason pulled her up, turned her around, and took her from behind again — this time standing, against the wall.

The pounding echoed. Her cries filled the room.

“Yes—yes—yes—harder—don’t stop—I love it—FUCK!”

Then he flipped her one last time — missionary, her legs on his shoulders — deep, thick strokes. Her hands tangled in the sheets. Her body trembling.

He pulled out last second, groaning loud — and came all over her belly, her breasts, even her throat.

She laughed, breathless, sticky and glowing.

“Damn,” she sighed. “I think we just gave Tommy a full lesson.”

Jason left quietly, kissing her cheek like it was just another night.

The door closed.

Katherine stood there, naked, glowing — her thighs still wet, her chest streaked with dried cum and sweat. She looked at me like she hadn’t just been railed senseless. Calm. In control. Radiating power.

I was frozen in the chair, hard and aching. My shorts were tented, soaked with tension.

She took one slow step toward me. Then another.

Her eyes dropped to my lap. She smiled.

“Mmm,” she purred. “Still holding that in, huh?”

I couldn’t answer. My breath was ragged.

She knelt in front of me, her skin flushed, hair wild, and her face still glowing from orgasm.

Then her fingers slid inside my waistband.

She pulled me out — and her eyebrows lifted.

“Well... damn, Tommy.”

She wrapped one hand around my shaft, slowly stroking, feeling its weight. Her voice dipped lower.

“This is what you’ve been packing all this time?” she murmured, eyes flicking up to meet mine. “That’s a serious tool you’re working with. Thick, too. Heavy. F**king impressive for a college boy.”

My hips jerked.

“Don’t move,” she said. Her free hand slid up to her tits — still gleaming — and she cupped them together, pressing them under my cock as she stroked.

“If you’re gonna cum, do it now,” she said, commanding. “On these. Right here.”

Her grip tightened.

“Give me a nice big load, baby. Let it all go. Show me how bad you needed it.”

I groaned, my hands clenched into the chair.

“Come on,” she whispered. “That fat cock’s been leaking for me all night. Let me see what it looks like when you explode.”

My body shook. My toes curled.

“F-fuck—Katherine—oh god—”

“That’s it,” she purred. “Shoot it. All over me.”

I came hard — ropes of thick cum painting her breasts, her collarbone, her neck. She gasped slightly at how much — then smiled wide, eyes full of heat.

She ran a finger through the mess and sucked it into her mouth.

“Mmm. Good boy.”

She stood slowly, cum dripping down her chest.

“That was a good lesson, huh?” she said softly, brushing a hand through her hair.

“I like how you learn.”

She turned toward the bathroom, her robe forgotten on the floor.

“Next time,” she called back with a grin, “you’ll do more than watch.”

And then she was gone — leaving me there, wrecked, hard again already… and addicted.

To Be Continued..