1. Aunt Karen fixed my tent


    Date: 10/8/2014, Categories: Interracial Sex, Mature, Taboo, Author: rockyharte, Rating: 94, Source: xHamster

    minutes. She was alluding to the big bulge in my trousers. Karen said that I could not go out with that thing sticking out like a tent; it looked highly embarrassing and people would laugh at us. I apologised to her, and admitted that the morning before we go to competitions, I jerk off so that it would not happen. Unfortunately that morning I had overslept and by the time Karen had rang the doorbell to pick me up, I had not had the time to play with myself. This did not impress Karen and so she marched me to the toilets to sort myself out. There was twenty minutes, before the dance warm up and had to get it over and done within 5 minutes according to Karen. Throughout the intensive dance training we have together, I thought that Karen could sometimes be a right bitch. She always criticizes my dancing: I’m not doing it right; your toes should be more pointed; your shoulders are slouchy. 5 minutes gone by, I have got my cock in my hand and all I could think about is angry thoughts about Karen. I gave up and exited the toilets. Karen asked if it had worked and I said yes, just to shut her up. She looked down at my bulge and noticed it was not there anymore. She looked pleased. As part of the warm up, we had a rumba. We were dancing really close, and again, a female dancer on the dance floor caught my eye and my cock was slowly increasing in size and length. I did a set sequence with my dance partner and she immediately knew what was happening. She whispered “liar” in my ear, ...
    but smiled anyway as she carried out with the routine. At the end a judge, using a tannoy, announced a short 20 minute break before the heats. We bowed to the judges and quickly walked off the dance floor. Then, Karen looked at me and slapped me across the face and called me a liar again. It really fucking hurt; the bitch! For that I called her aunt Karen, about 5 times (I felt very immature saying it, but it had to be said). With that, she grabbed my hand and f***ed me into the toilets and this time, she followed me in the cubicle. She commanded me to jerk off in front of her so she can see that it would be done properly. I did try, but it was soft, only because it did not respond well an angry atmosphere; and also I had never jerked off in front of a woman; it felt weird. Anyway, Karen just stood there cursing and swearing. It was not going to happen. Karen asked why not? I said that I need to be in a positive, relaxed state. Karen’s bitchy words were not getting us anywhere. After about a minute, when Karen calmed down, she asked why it was that I never got a hard on in all the time I was at dance practice with her. I admitted it was because she made it clear at the start that it was just dance. She was happily married and did not want to complicate things. And I respected her for it. Karen asked when I am at home what do I think about when I jerk off? I answered that I always think about her. Karen eyes widened. I could not believe I confessed that. I thought what an idiot. ...