Zeek’s Femdom Adventure 7: Oral Exams

It was late July 2024. and my wife Annie was only going away for a day and a night, so honestly, I didn’t think I’d be given a challenge this time. Wrong. Before she left, she told me I’d be visiting her friend June that night, and I’d be taking a “test.” Now, let’s backtrack a bit—until these challenges started, Annie’s pussy had been the only one I’d kissed or explored with my tongue for over a decade and a half. Not our entire marriage, but it’s been a long, long time. After the whole experience with her hippy friend during my 9-day punishment, I was left wondering if I’d get the chance to taste June as well.

I didn’t know much about June going into this. I’d heard Annie mention her once, so I was surprised that she trusted this woman enough to let her into our kink dynamic. That takes a ton of trust. But as it turns out, I had no reason to worry.

When I arrived, I was greeted by a woman in her mid to late fifties. We made polite introductions, and she already knew what I looked like—apparently, from pictures. June, a retired high school teacher, wasted no time getting straight to the point about what I was there to do. Annie and June had actually met at a social function a few years ago and, unbeknownst to me, had developed quite a close friendship.

I was Sent To a Teacher for a Test?

June explained that Annie had asked her to give me a test, grade my performance, and report back with the results. When I nervously asked what kind of test, June just grinned and said, “An Oral Exam.” Yep, I’m sure I blushed as I replied, “Ah, I understand.”

From that point on, June took control. She dropped her pants and panties right in front of me, and I have to admit, I was pleasantly surprised—waxed, with a small triangle, and looking very inviting. But then, she threw me a curveball.

She told me there was no way I was staying clothed while she was naked. I tried to explain that Annie usually prefers me to keep my pants on, but June quickly shut that down. “I’m not going to rape you, but you will take off those pants, young man,” she said. It’s been a long time since anyone called me “young man,” especially in that kind of tone. So, I obeyed, stripped down, and stood there in front of her.

And then she laughed. Not the best moment for my ego, I’ll be honest.

My Oral Exam

She had me kneel in front of her, and thankfully, she had the presence of mind to place some pillows under my knees—small mercies, right? Standing over me, she looked down and gave the order: “Begin.”

I leaned forward, starting slow, my tongue reaching out to taste her. Her pussy was right there, and I knew my job. As I started licking, she mounted my face, grinding down on me with enough pressure that I had to work hard just to keep my head at the right angle. It wasn’t easy. She pressed down, hard, making it difficult to get deep or hit the right spots without her smothering me. The weight of her on my face meant my neck was straining, and I was constantly adjusting to stay on target.

June gave instructions as I went, correcting me as if I were some kind of slacker student. “You’re not doing it right,” she said at one point, forcing me to adjust my technique. “Move your tongue lower,” she directed. I tried to follow every command, flicking my tongue just how she wanted, struggling to keep up under the pressure.

Occasionally, though, I’d hear her say, “Good job,” or let out a moan of approval, which gave me a little relief, knowing I was doing something right. But for the most part, it felt like a test, literally and figuratively, as I kept working, trying to balance her weight while making sure I pleased her enough to pass her “exam.”

After what felt like an eternity of trying to please her, June finally grew frustrated. Without warning, she slapped me across the face, firm enough to get my attention. “To the bed, now,” she snapped. I scrambled to my feet and followed her orders, laying down just as she instructed.

She mounted my face, her back to my feet, completely taking control. I was hard as a rock, my cock begging for attention, but true to her word, she showed no interest in me—at least not in that way. She was there for one thing, and it wasn’t my pleasure.

I’m Programmed to Obey

The truth is, there wasn’t a damned thing I could’ve done if she had wanted my cock. I’m a sub through and through, and in that moment, if she had told me to fuck her, I would’ve obeyed without hesitation. If she had sat on my cock and ridden me, I’d have worked hard to meet her rhythm, doing whatever she needed. If she had grabbed hold of my cock and balls, in that instant, they would’ve been hers, completely.

It’s situations like this that remind me why Annie usually orders me to keep my pants on around others and why she’s been seriously considering introducing chastity to me again. There’s a line, and I know it’s my nature to cross it, to give in when I shouldn’t.

I made my teacher cum

Anyhow, I’m sure I was leaking all sorts of precum, but I did a good job not touching myself. I was there to please June, and I knew I was being graded on that very thing. So, I kept at it, tongue working, licking her pussy, feeling the way she ground herself into my face. Finally, while she was still mounted on me, she orgasmed.

Her orgasm was intense—loud, long, and completely uninhibited. She didn’t hold back at all. She let out these raw, primal screams, her entire body trembling as she rode my face. It seemed to go on forever, her hips bucking, moaning like she was being taken to another world. The whole thing was so loud I was sure the neighbors had to have heard. I could feel her wetness pouring down on my chin as she rode out every last wave.

When she was finally done, she rolled onto her back, breathing heavily, but she had this satisfied look on her face. “Good boy,” she praised me, her voice breathy but firm. She pointed back between her legs. “Now, get back down there and keep going.”

I didn’t hesitate. I lowered myself back down between her legs, and this time, with her lying on the bed, I had a better angle to work with. I could taste her juices, so much wetter now after that first orgasm. I lapped at her, my tongue working hard to bring her pleasure, flicking and swirling over her clit, diving into her folds, tasting every bit of her. She was soaked, so much so that it was practically dripping. I could tell from her moans she was enjoying it, her body squirming as I kept going.

Cunninglingus Interruptus

There’s nothing like having your face buried between someone’s legs, doing your best work, when suddenly everything comes crashing down. I was deep in it, tongue flicking, lips pressed against June’s soaked pussy, when her body started to tense. I knew she was getting close to another orgasm. Her moans were louder, her thighs squeezing around my head as I worked her over.

Then, out of nowhere, a noise—a door creaking open. My heart skipped a beat, and before I could even process it, there was a deep man’s voice: “What the fuck?”

Panic surged through me. Instinctively, I tried to lift my head, to figure out what the hell was going on, but June was quick—her hand came down, pushing me right back into her. “Keep licking,” she ordered, and despite my brain screaming at me to figure out who the hell had just walked in, I had no choice but to follow her command. My tongue kept moving, but my heart was racing.

As I kept my face buried between June’s legs, licking and working to pass this “exam,” I was keenly aware aware of the conversation happening above me. The voice? Her husband, Rick. Apparently, June had turned him into her cuck, and this wasn’t the first time. From the tone of their conversation, it seemed pretty clear that Rick wasn’t exactly thrilled about the situation. He sounded upset—angry, even—and it didn’t help when June, with no shame, told him to sit in the armchair and watch.

A Reluctant Bull

Now, I’ve been in some wild situations, but this one was a bit different. I’m certainly no bull, and honestly, I’ve been on the other end of this dynamic before. It felt weird because while I was there, naked, working hard between June’s legs, Rick was sitting just a few feet away, stewing. I could hear the frustration in his voice as he argued, something about how he thought he’d been “good enough” to keep her from doing this again. Sorry, Rick, I guess that wasn’t the case.

June, though, was in full control. She didn’t care how Rick felt. Her legs were still spread wide, and her hand occasionally gripped the back of my head, urging me to keep going. “Sit there and watch,” she barked at him, almost laughing. I heard Rick’s heavy sigh as he slumped into the armchair, clearly pissed but powerless.

As I worked, licking her pussy, trying to focus on getting her off, she didn’t hesitate to start tearing Rick down. “You suck at pleasing me, Rick,” she said, voice dripping with condescension. “Look how much better he is. This is what real pussy worship looks like.” Her words stung, and I could feel the tension in the room grow. It wasn’t just about praising me, though—this was about completely belittling her husband, making him feel small. It went on like that for a while, with her throwing insult after insult at him while I kept my face buried between her legs.

I’ll admit, hearing her say I was doing a good job was kind of nice, but it was more about humiliating Rick than making me feel good. The longer it went on, the more I wasn’t sure if I should feel bad for him or fear what his anger might turn into. Still, I had a job to do, and as uncomfortable as the whole situation was, I focused on finishing the task June had put in front of me, licking and pleasuring her while her husband sat helplessly watching the whole thing.

I Catch My Breath

Eventually, June got off me, giving me a moment to catch my breath and finally get a look at Rick. I hadn’t seen him yet, but when I did, my stomach dropped. Rick was a big guy, definitely older than me, but he was built like a tank. This guy clearly spent time at the gym—his muscles were no joke. He had on a tight white T-shirt that clung to his chest and arms, and a pair of jeans that made him look like he’d just come in from working outside. His arms were huge, like they could crush me without much effort. I made eye contact with him, and man, he was fuming. I could feel his eyes burning into me, and there was no doubt in my mind that if he wanted to, he could completely kick my ass.

I was naked, vulnerable, and feeling about as small as a guy can feel, especially when compared to someone like Rick. My erection hadn’t gone away, despite the tension in the room, and that made it even more awkward.

June, now completely naked, climbed onto Rick’s lap and started kissing him, her hands roaming his chest, while his hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them. I watched, feeling incredibly awkward and still sporting a hard-on that refused to go away. They were completely lost in each other, making out right in front of me like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t help but watch as their tongues intertwined, and Rick’s hands explored her body. It was a weird mix of arousal and dread—my body was reacting, but my mind was screaming at me to get out of there.

June, now completely naked, climbed onto Rick’s lap and started kissing him, her hands roaming his chest, while his hands immediately went to her breasts, squeezing and caressing them. I watched, feeling incredibly awkward and still sporting a hard-on that refused to go away. They were completely lost in each other, making out right in front of me like I wasn’t even there. I couldn’t help but watch as their tongues intertwined, and Rick’s hands explored her body. It was a weird mix of arousal and dread—my body was reacting, but my mind was screaming at me to get out of there.

I get back to my exam

After a few minutes, June pulled away from Rick, turned to me, and casually said, “Get back to work. You’re not done with your exam young man.”

That’s when it hit me—she wanted me to get on my knees, right there in front of them. I glanced at Rick, whose expression was still a mix of anger and frustration, but he didn’t say a word. He just kept his hands on her as she leaned back slightly, spreading her legs for me while still sitting on his lap.

I hesitated for a moment, but I had my orders. I shuffled forward on my knees, the floor cold against my skin, and positioned myself between her legs. My face was now inches away from Rick’s lap as I leaned in, my tongue finding June’s wet pussy again. It was incredibly awkward—there I was, licking her while she was seated on her husband’s lap, their bodies so close that I could feel the heat from them. I was way too close to Rick for comfort, my head practically resting on his legs as they continued to make out, lips and tongues moving in sync while I worked between her thighs.

The tension in the room was thick. I could hear Rick’s heavy breathing above me, feel the weight of his presence looming over my shoulder. It was like being stuck in the most bizarre triangle, with my face buried in June’s crotch while they kissed above me. Every time I moved, I brushed against Rick’s legs, and I could feel the intensity of his gaze boring into me, even as his hands roamed June’s body. But I kept going, focusing on the task, even though I was way too close to him for my own comfort.

And Another Orgasm

the scene felt almost surreal. June’s legs were spread wide, her body pressed against Rick’s, while I was down on the floor, face buried in her pussy. My tongue flicked and licked, working its way across her wet folds as I tried to focus entirely on pleasing her.

June, still sitting on Rick’s lap, had her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss. Their mouths moved together in sync, his tongue exploring her mouth while mine was busy exploring her most intimate parts. The contrast was wild—her soft moans into Rick’s mouth, while the taste of her arousal coated my tongue. Every time she would shift, I could feel the closeness of Rick’s body, the heat radiating from him. I was so, so thankful he still had his pants on. I wished I could say the same about myself.

My face was pressed against her, my lips and tongue working in rhythm, tracing every inch of her slick flesh, trying to keep the focus purely on her pleasure, despite the incredibly awkward setup.

Each time my tongue circled her clit, June let out a quiet, muffled moan into Rick’s mouth. The vibrations from her pleasure traveled through her body, and I could feel it against my face. Her hips began to move subtly, grinding into my mouth as her pleasure built. Meanwhile, Rick’s hands were gripping her waist, pulling her closer as they kissed, the sound of their lips and the occasional gasps filling the room.

My tongue moved faster, flicking against her swollen clit, slipping down to tease her entrance before moving back up. The scent of her arousal was overwhelming, fueling my desire to keep going, to bring her to that final orgasm. I alternated between slow, deliberate strokes and quick, light flicks, feeling her body react each time I hit the right spot. Her breath started to quicken, her body tensing as she rocked on Rick’s lap, her pleasure building with every movement of my tongue.

June’s moans became more urgent, her body starting to tremble. I could feel the tension building inside her, the way her thighs pressed against my head, trapping me in place. Her hand moved to the back of my head, pushing me deeper into her as she broke the kiss with Rick for a moment, gasping for breath. Rick’s hands tightened on her hips, his mouth moving to her neck, kissing and biting her softly as my tongue relentlessly worked her clit, the tip flicking back and forth, driving her closer to the edge.

The room was thick with the sounds of pleasure—Rick’s heavy breathing, June’s moans growing louder and more desperate, and the wet sounds of my tongue working between her legs. I kept the pressure steady, focusing on her clit now, flicking it over and over, faster and faster, feeling her body start to lose control. She was panting into Rick’s mouth now, her hips bucking against my face, her thighs squeezing around me.

And then, suddenly, it happened. Her body tensed, and she let out a loud, guttural moan into Rick’s mouth as the orgasm crashed over her. Her legs shook around my head, her back arched, and her grip on my hair tightened as she rode the wave of pleasure. My tongue didn’t stop, continuing to flick and circle her clit as she came hard, her whole body shuddering in Rick’s lap.

Rick continued to hold her close, kissing her deeply as she came, their tongues still dancing together while I stayed buried between her legs, tasting every moment of her release.

An important note:

It’s important for me to be very, very clear here—I enjoyed this so much. Being allowed to service another woman is a rare and significant honor, and I’m incredibly lucky to have such a wonderful wife like Annie who trusts me enough to send me on these adventures. While I thoroughly enjoyed every second of pleasing June, I need to emphasize that there is no pussy in this world more important to me than Annie’s. Hers is the most beautiful, the most delicious, and the one I cherish above all. Every time I put my mouth on her, it’s an honor, and no experience compares to that.

Time To Hightail it Outta There

After she came, June sat there for a moment, catching her breath, before looking down at me with a sly smile. “You’re excused now. Unless you want to stay and watch Rick ravage me,” she teased, her voice low and dripping with satisfaction. For a brief second, the thought crossed my mind that it might be a hot show—watching Rick take her with the same intensity she had just experienced. But then I glanced at Rick, and the look he gave me was anything but inviting. His eyes were still burning with that smoldering anger, muscles tense, his body primed for what was about to happen. That ‘evil eye’ sent a clear message—this wasn’t my place, he didn’t want me there.

I swallowed hard and quickly decided against it. “Thank you for your time, June,” I mumbled, trying to sound composed as I reached for my clothes. My hands were shaking a bit as I pulled on my pants and shirt, all while sensing the rising tension in the room behind me. Rick had already moved, picking June up and dropping her on the bed as I slipped on my shoes. I could hear June’s soft giggle as Rick started taking off his clothes, the atmosphere growing heavier by the second.

I was out the door just in time to hear the first low grunts from Rick and a sharp intake of breath from June. The sounds echoed in my mind as I walked down the hall, a mix of adrenaline, arousal, and relief pulsing through me.

My Exam Score

When Annie came home, she greeted me with a mischievous grin and told me she had the grades for my “tests.” I was a bit confused, “Tests? Plural?” I asked, not sure what she meant.

Apparently, there had been more than just the oral exam on the table. Annie explained that while June had evaluated my oral performance, she had also been grading me on something else: my ability to follow Annie’s strict rules, even in the presence of another Domme. And that’s where the bad news came in—I had failed that second test. Annie reminded me that while I was supposed to obey June during our time together, I was not supposed to follow an instruction that violated one of the core rules Annie had set for me, which included keeping my pants on unless directly ordered otherwise by her.

I felt a pit in my stomach as she explained this. Of course, I should have remembered. Annie’s rules are one of the few constants, and this was a rare slip on my part. I wasn’t sure how much trouble I was in, but I knew I’d disappointed her, and that always stings more than any punishment.

But then she switched gears and moved on to the good news. “June gave you a B- on your Oral Exam,” she said with a hint of approval in her voice. I couldn’t help but feel a mix of relief and pride. A B-? Well, maybe I thought I deserved a bit better—after all, I had worked hard to bring June to orgasm, especially with her husband standing right there! But I wasn’t about to argue. Annie seemed pleased, and in the end, that was all that mattered. A B- was good enough for her, and frankly, in our dynamic, her satisfaction is my highest grade.