Chapter 21 The Blow Job Class #2
Ro sniffed and fanned her face with her hand. “Okay. Okay. Enough on me. I know I’ll be fine.”
Then she side-eyed me over her lashes. “And thank you.”
Star clapped once at the front to get everyone’s attention. “Welcome!”
Several of the other students yelled back hello.
Star’s voice was low and steady. “Alright. I want you all to take a breath as we venture into the art of a perfect blow job.”
I thought of Dominic’s large, thick cock and how I would love to suck him off, just to hear him scream Mommy.
The thought wrapped around me like heat.
I could see it—me dropping to my knees between his thighs, the way his eyes would darken when I slid my hand up his shaft and teased the swollen head with my tongue. His cock would be heavy, pulsing against my lips, so big it would make my jaw ache, but I would take it.
I would take every inch just to watch his control snap.
I pictured hollowing my cheeks, pulling his big cock in deeper, letting spit run down my chin while my hand twisted and stroked his base.
He’d curse under his breath, then louder, his fingers tangling in my curls until his hips bucked helplessly. The man who walked through the world like nothing could touch him would be undone in my mouth.
I imagined pulling back with strings of saliva connecting us, teasing him with slow licks along the thick vein that ran up his length, smiling at how desperate his breathing would get.
He’d groan, chest heaving, trying to fight it, but I’d keep pushing—sucking harder, deeper, swallowing him whole until he couldn’t hold back anymore.
And then it would happen—that raw, broken sound of surrender ripping from his throat.
A scream that wasn’t anger or command, but pure, savage need.
The sound of Dominic giving in to me.
God, just the idea made my nipples tighten and my thighs press together.
I wanted to hear him lose control like that.
I wanted to own his pleasure, to wring it out of him until every part of him knew he belonged to me.
And then Scott’s shitty face hit my mind ruining the hot moment.
He was the problem that just wouldn’t go away.
Fuck. What am I going to do about him?
I put my view back on Star as she picked up a handsome espresso-brown silicone dildo and rolled a condom over it with ease.
“Tonight is not about gag reflex punishment—it’s about breath, rhythm, and choice.
Think of it like singing. You engage your diaphragm, you control the tempo, and you don’t perform anything you don’t consent to. ”
I took another sip of champagne to calm my nerves.
Star held the dildo at a slight angle. “The whole time you must keep your jaw soft. Tongue relaxed. Don’t flatten it completely; give yourself a cushion. Also. . .use your hand. You’re not a vacuum cleaner.”
The room laughed.
I tried.
My jaw had been clenched since sunrise. Waking up to Scott being in the house had been pure torture. Dominic hadn’t even come up for breakfast, probably scared he would kill him in front of J and Oliver.
Fucking Scott. Maybe, I should just kill him.
I finished the champagne.
“You’ll find, ladies, that sometimes a good blowjob can solve all your problems.” Star looked at the dildo. “Even with the most unruly man.”
Cadence raised her hand because of course she did.
Shocked, Ro and I turned to her.
Star spoke, “Yes?”
Cadence smiled. “Do you have a recommendation on flavored lubricants versus unflavored?”
Ro widened her eyes.
I chuckled.
Star nodded. “If you’re going to ingest it, read the label. Glycerin can be irritating. Water-based is your friend. Silicone lube is great for hand work, not great for silicone toys. And always remember—your comfort is the point, not a footnote.”
“Thank you.” Cadence took out a small notepad and scribbled.
I grinned. “And who will you need flavored lube for?”
“You never know.” Cadence shrugged. “But, I do like to be prepared.”
Ro shook her head. “I just know Cadence is an absolute freak in bed. A nasty heifer that would make her mama want to slap her hoe-ass freaky self.”
Cadence rolled her eyes.
I snickered.
Star put a condom on a dildo for one of the women in the front row.
I couldn’t decide what was more distracting—Star calmly rolling a condom down on a dildo or the sight of one of Ro’s Helpers bending low to fill my glass again, muscles flexing with the easy strength of a man who knew he looked good.
“Eh, Star!” Ro lifted a pale-pink dildo like a baton. “Tell them to spit on it too!”
Star smiled with her eyes. “Yes, Rochelle. Lubrication—spit, lube, both—reduces friction. Friction is the enemy of rhythm. Your jaw tires faster when you’re fighting dryness.”
Women murmured.
Chairs creaked.
I looked at my newly filled glass, swallowed, and almost choked when Ro whispered, “Cadence, are you going to mace the dildo too or let it live?”
“I will be applying a condom to it,” Cadence returned, precise, and demonstrated with librarian economy. She pinched the tip, rolled it down smoothly, and made sure there were no air bubbles. “There.”
Feeling a bit tipsy, I joked, “You probably should give the biker a blow job. Star said sometimes a good BJ solves all problems.”
Ro smirked. “If you’re going to do that, then we may need to find you a bigger dildo than what you have because I know that man has a big dick.”
Cadence ignored us.
“Now let’s talk about when the penis is deep in your mouth.
” Star walked us through breathwork. “You must breath in through your nose and then long exhale through your mouth. Always keep your shoulders down. Think. . .sigh. You can hum if that relaxes your throat. Many men like that anyway. But most important, there’s no prize for suffering. ”
She showed the hand-and-mouth rhythm—twist at the base, slow glide, tongue making a gentle channel.
It was clinical and kind.
I did my best to keep up.
Star gestured to the whole class. “Alright, everyone. Let’s practice. Put your chosen dildos in your mouth.”
“Absolutely not,” Cadence murmured.
“Alright now. You’re going to lose your participation point.” I picked up my dark, heavy dildo and tried to follow Star’s rhythm. My hands were steady; my mouth was not. The plastic tasted like nothing.
Granted, it was hard not to laugh at all of us doing this together.
In fact, the next few minutes were absolute chaos.
Everywhere I looked, women were choking on dildos, gagging, humming, laughing, and swearing under their breath as they tried to keep up with Star’s calm instructions. It felt like being in church and erotic boot camp at the same time.
One woman in the front row raised both hands like she was catching the Holy Ghost, her dildo bobbing against her throat as she hummed Beyoncé’s Halo.
Another had tears streaming down her cheeks, her best friend patting her back while whispering, “You got this, sis. Breathe through your nose!”
Oh wow.
Two women across from me clinked their champagne flutes together before simultaneously sliding their mouths down on their toys like it was a competition.
One managed it with perfect rhythm.
The other gagged so hard she spit the dildo onto her lap and screamed, “I rebuke this!”
The whole room cracked up.
Meanwhile Cadence, my dear rule-following Cadence, didn’t even lift the dildo from the table. She just crossed her legs, adjusted her glasses, and sipped her champagne with librarian dignity while the rest of us looked like we were auditioning for the Oral Sex Olympics.
I took the dildo out of my mouth and nudged her with my elbow. “You’re really not going to try?”
She gave me the side eye. “I already mastered this chapter years ago. I don’t need remedial coursework.”
Ro cackled so loudly half the room looked back at us. “Cadence is over here auditing the class like it’s continuing education credits. Somebody get her another glass before she grades us.”
Even Star’s calm professional mask cracked into a smile. Then, she returned to teacher mode. “Angle matters. Your neck has a range; use it. Don’t shove straight back. Tilt. Breathe. Your hand does half the job. You’re never alone in this.”
Ro leaned my way. “So what’s been going on with you and your naughty little boy downstairs?”
Cadence watched me too. “Hopefully, you’ve set clear boundaries.”
Wow. How much should I say?
The champagne had loosened something in my chest that had been wound tight since this morning. Maybe it was the dildos. Maybe it was watching women choke and laugh and reclaim their pleasure without shame. Maybe it was sitting between two women who loved me enough to ask the hard questions.
I opened my mouth, the champagne making me brave enough to finally tell them everything—about Dominic and all he had done, about Scott showing up with court papers, about how I woke up this morning wanting to set my own house on fire just to watch Scott burn.
“So. . .” I cleared my throat. “The night before last, he stormed into my shower, took my rose, and made me cum so. . .I have not been clear on boundaries just yet.”
Ro shrieked.
Cadence blushed.
And I went into several whispers catching them up on everything.
I could tell they loved every bit especially the parts of Dominic cuddling with me that night and helping out with the kids.
But then we got to the hard part. . .Scott’s appearance last night and Ro looked like she was about to kill someone with her dildo.
She hissed, “You are not going to let that snake move back in there and poison your joy. I think Dominic and you should get together and beat his ass. Then, bury the body in the back yard. Hell you can use my back yard. I haven’t closed on the house just yet.”
Cadence put her glass down. “I can’t believe Scott would stoop so low with a forced cohabitation court order.”
Ro set her dildo down. “Bitch ass showed up with a suitcase. He makes me so sick. Maybe, I should help Dominic and you kick his ass.”
“Violence will not help anything, but Teyonah, you must document everything.” Cadence frowned. “Did you already deposit the check Dominic gave you?”