Pussy Eating Training for My Reluctant Boyfriend ♕

You better learn to love pussy eating training!

There is very little I loved more than being eaten out. But I swear, sometimes men just don’t understand it at all. Or, maybe they don’t care enough to give me the mind-blowing orgasm I deserve. My current boyfriend has been… lacking in enthusiasm. Perhaps, he doesn’t have the necessary motivation. All that changes today! I’m going to put him through the pussy eating training of his life and make sure he comes out the other end as an all-star pussy eating world champion. 

Up until now, he’s been complaining. It goes on too long, I take too long to cum, his jaw starts aching, or his tongue gets tired. I’m sick of his excuses. It’s not that it takes me too long to cum—it takes him too long to make me cum. If he wants to bitch and whine about something, I’ll give him something to complain about…

He never knew what was coming.

Once he comes home, I surprise him at the door in lingerie. It’s pretty easy to gauge his reaction and see that he is definitely turned on. I lean forward and kiss him, eagerly opening my mouth to him as he picks me up and starts to walk towards the bedroom. I take charge then, setting my feet on the ground and backing him towards our bed. He seems into it as I gently push him down and climb up his body, kissing my way to taking his shirt off. His hands are on my waist, but I grab his wrists and guide them upwards until they meet the cuffs I have to either side. He lets himself be bound with ease. Then I go downwards and do the same to his ankles, leaving him completely helpless.

Now is where I started to show my true intentions; his pussy eating training will begin now. I slowly strip down in front of him, watching his cock get harder and harder as I tease him. I get down and start gently licking his cock over and over. He makes a whining noise in his throat, but I pull away from his sure-to-be aching cock for the time being. Finally, I bring myself up to straddle either side of his head. My panty-covered pussy was only inches away from his face. 

“69 me,” he requests, but I look down at him and shake my head.

“No,” I say,

“You’re gonna eat my pussy until I cum.”

He stares startled up at me. “And I won’t so much as touch you until that happens,” I finish. He starts to object, but I shut him up by quickly lowering my pussy onto his face. His lips continue trying to talk against my underwear until he seems to get the point and stops. He uses his tongue and teeth to nudge my panties to the side and expose my lips to him. He licks them… kind of gently, it feels good, but it will never make me cum. This is exactly why he needs the pussy eating training. 

“Wow,” I say sarcastically. “You’re never going to make me cum like this.” He looks surprised, despite his lackluster effort. “Lick me as you mean it!” I demand. As he does, I start grinding my pussy down against his face hard. Forced his tongue to push between my lips and around my clit. He finally gets the message, putting more effort into moving his head and reacting to my hips grinding. He’s getting better, but he’s still got a lot to learn. Luckily, I have all night…