IR Erotica Scoville Scale: Fire and Ice










Nine months. Nine months was all it’d taken for this man to get inside of my panties. But he wasn’t just any man. This hunk of young Latin lust is my dance instructor. What had begun as our weekly dance lesson quickly boiled over into carnal passion and now I find myself pinned to the wall getting fucked by one of the biggest swinging dick in Atlanta. Not that I’m complaining, this man is tapping the recesses of my pussy. How did I end up in this situation?

Jon and I had flirted, exchanged sultry looks and fiery touches during my dance lessons adding to the effect but nothing more but truth be told I wanted to lick the man from head to toe. Timely as usual for our standing 6:30 appointment, I slip into my dancewear and stretch while Jon finishes his last lesson. We go through each style on dance as the other instructors leave for the evening, we’re alone.

The lesson moves on as normal, well normal for us. He watch me intensely as I moved, giving me a wicked smirk when I overzealously wrapped my long leg around his waist during a Sumba dip. Instinctively he gripped my leg, holding it in place as his face ran from my cheek, down my neck and lower between my tits before he returned me to a standing position and spun me around away from him, continuing the routine but I could still make out his bulging erection tapping against my ass.

The song drew to an end and the next began, a Rumba. Our bodies swayed in unison, lost in one another. His hands explored my thighs, my waist, my back and breast. I leaned against him as he kissed the back of my neck, exhaling for encouragement. I could feel his erection straining in pants as I rubbed my hand up and down its length. His breathing increased along with mine as he ran his hand down the front of my stomach, working its way to my mound. I yearned for him to take me right then and there. The music stopped and so did he.

“I will see you next week. Have a good night.” He said walking into his office. I stood for a moment collecting myself. Did he just dry hump me and leave? I marched to him office for an explanation only to be met with his hungry mouth devouring my body. I clawed at his hair. He clawed at my tits, stripping me naked before removing his clothing.

“We shouldn’t be doing this. You are my student.” he managed between kisses.

“Who cares.” I say as he lifts me to his waist, slams me against the office wall and drives into me. We both moan, for my part because of the unexpected size of his cock, my pussy heaves for relief. With each thrust of his cock I hear a soft wet sucking sound. When he moves upward to my clit I'm prepared and fight to control the hot contractions pulsing within me. It's an exercise in futility. I have to concentrate on relaxing the relentlessly repeating contractions. I can’t fight the urgency, I have to cum. He thrust and calls to me. I open ever wider allowing him greater access to me.

Here I am in the middle of getting posted to the wall. My pussy feeling every inch of him. He’s calling my name, begging me to cum for him. I’m trying to fight it but the sound of his cock working my pussy is driving me insane. He’s lifting me higher, driving deeper and sucking one of my nipples, plunging deeply in and out. I can no longer delay the inevitable. I feel my walls tighten around his cock, sucking it. There’s a rush of earth shattering sensation working its way over my clit. He’s plowing into me

“Jon, I’m cumming…Oh shit!”

“Fuck, Emily I’m cumming.” He groans as he releases pulsating jets of his cum into me. We climax simultaneously. He’s holding me in place, I can’t see straight, the room has gone blurry. He whispers, “I don’t want to let you go.”