light bondage

It has been two weeks since I’ve seen my husband. Lou’s been working at his law firm’s office in the Grand Cayman and has made arrangements for me to join him for his last weekend there.



Relaxing in the back seat of the limo; I was staring out the window at aqua blue waters of the Caribbean, deep in my thoughts, what’s it going to be like today? How will he do me? What taboo will he make me break? Where in my own passion will he take me? I feel excited; I always do before seeing Lou. I think to myself; He must have planned for days. Every time I see him, it’s like getting on a ride, a wild, unhindered, crazy and sometimes scary sexual ride. I smile to myself, because my cunt’s already wet and no matter how scary or anxious it gets, I can’t stay away from him. As far as sex goes I trust Lou more than any man; past, present and most probably future. Lou’s become my guide, my guide to the deepest recesses of my own lust. He has become sex to me. He is my most overwhelming passion. I feel my cell vibrates, a chill runs through my body, he’s ready for me. I get the suite number, I wanted to ask the driver to drive a little faster, Lou’s waiting and wanting…wanting what he always wants . . . me.



I arrive at the Ritz Carlton, like so many times before at other hotels, ready to fuck my husband, ready to ride that ride, ready for him. Lou meets me at the door, I kiss him wet and passionately. Lou touches me, my body—my tits—my ass and my hairless cunt under papaya color sun dress with open back. Not to his surprise I’m already wet, I’m already wanting, I’m already anticipating, craving him, his body, craving his tongue and hard cock.



Lou leads me from Foyer, through the Living Room to the Master Bedroom, all the time kissing me, touching me, ravishing me with his mouth and tongue. He throws me down on the bed, down on my back, he whispers in my ear “Hold on gorgeous, I’ve got some surprises for you.”



Lou undresses me, slow and deliberately; the hundred percent silk material of my Indah Tahani Wave dress caressing me as he slides the spaghetti straps off my shoulders. My dark pink nipples harden as they meet the cool air of the suite. Lou eased off my thong panties slowly down over my heart shape ass, over my thighs and down past my ankles. His face passes so close, so very close to my cunt, that he can feel the heat from my deep, wet hole. Lou lean over and gently, tenderly kiss the wet, warm, throbbing cunt of mine.



“Mmm…” Sighing, my body trembles. I lie there now naked and vulnerable. I see myself in the ceiling mirror and think, today… whatever he wants.



Lou reaches toward the night table and produces a hand full of silk scarves. Carefully he takes my hands and starts to tie them to the bedpost. I let him tie me up, I always let him do whatever he desires.



As Lou gently ties each wrist, all I can think about is—I want some cock, I want some hard cock now. Throbbing in my mouth, slamming over and over again into my wanting cunt or easing into my tight pink asshole, I don’t care, but I want it, I need it, I need a hard cock.



While Lou ties me up, I can see his cock through his pant—hard—rock hard. I want to touch it—kiss it—caress it—swallow it whole—feel it inside of me; he continues to tie me up, occasionally touching me, touching my wet, throbbing, anxious cunt. He never sticks his fingers inside, always leaving me in need of the penetration I crave. It wouldn’t be so bad if I could not see his cock though his pants; couldn’t see how hard he was, couldn’t see a cock craving for my cunt, craving to be in me and only me.



When Lou finishes tying me up, he stands back, and look at me; he circle the bed looking at me. Lou takes off his shirt; I notice his working out at the gym, swimming and play lacrosse is keeping him in shape. In fact his chest looks bigger, harder and shapelier. His arms look strong and big; his shoulders wide and hard. I do love a toned man not muscled-bound but toned. I want to reach out and touch his body, but I can’t, I’m tied up—helpless.



“What are you going to do to me?”



Lou smiles at me—a smile full of mischief—a bad boy smile. He reaches into his ‘special’ bag lying by the side of the bed. He takes out a CD, walks over to entertainment armoire, placing it in the player and pressed play. I hear the unmistakable drum beat of island dance music. The drums go right through me—filling me—caressing me—making me dizzy with passion.



Lou returned to his ‘special’ bag and slowly pulls out a bottle of wild cherry lubricating jelly that we love so much. How many times has he smeared that cool jelly on my cunt and asshole? How many times has he smeared it on his hard cock and fucked me for hours? How many times have I tasted it as he fucked me mouth?



Lou lays the bottle across my stomach. I shudder a bit at the coldness of the bottle. Lou reaches into the ‘special’ bag again and slowly pulls out that big chocolate-brown…’Black Bart’, that’s what I called it, this awesome larger-than-life twelve inch long dong, two and halve inch thick shaft with the fat fleshy helmet tip, raised veins and shaven balls; I look at it and can’t take my eyes off of it. It looks bigger than ever before. I flash back on how it felt inside of me; filling me while Lou filled my mouth with his cock. His hard cock of skin and muscle; moving in and out of my mouth—fucking my mouth—fucking my throat—fucking my entire head. All the time sliding the ‘Black Bart’ in and out of my wanting cunt. Damn that was good, I almost came as Lou laid ‘Black Bart’ on my stomach, like a surgeon preparing his instrument table.



Suddenly there’s a knock on the door. Lou leaves the Master Bedroom to go answer it. I am a bit worried. Who can it be?



I hear a voice—a woman’s voice with the island accent. “Hello there good-looking”



“Hey baby…” Lou seems to know her, still I’m worried. “We’re in bedroom,” inviting her in—now I’m more worried.



Why I’m tied up? Who is this person? Why did Lou let her in?



I see her for the first time—a black woman—a beautiful black woman with a muscular build and an exquisite face. She enters the bedroom and looks at me, at my body— tied up and helpless. The first thing I notice is her skin color, it’s beautiful and so smooth and unblemished; it reminds me of melted milk chocolate pouring out of a hot cauldron. I look over her body; she’s taller than me, around five seven, her legs long and shapely. She’s wearing a pair of ‘Daisy Duke’ shorts and a white tank top tee shirt. I scan her legs from her ankle bracelet, up to her full athletic calves. I followed the curve of her thighs, all the way to the roundness of her hips. I tried not to look at her crotch, but I did. I’m surprised to find that I was licking my lips in anticipation. Her stomach is flat, not muscular, but rippled just enough to be sexy, but it’s her tits that hold my attention. They’re not huge, but they are large, large and perfect. Round and full, they stretch the fabric of her simple white tank top. I wonder how old is she? Who is this woman with the runners’ legs and the tits of a seventeen year old? She smiles at me and I notice her rich full lips and straight white teeth on a face dominated by two large, soulful almond shaped brown eyes. She is in a word…striking.



I start to say something, but she places one finger to my mouth and goes, “Shh…” Her lips puckered as she shh’s me, she leans her face over mine, removes her finger from my mouth and I feel her warm breath on my face right before she kisses me. A shot of electricity runs through my body, I feel her lips sweet, full and soft against mine. As she kisses me, I feel the soft round curls of her shoulder length hair on my cheeks—it turns me on. She whispers in my ear in a low husk, island accent voice, “You promise not to move pretty lady.” With one nod of my head, I surrender to her.



She opens the bottle of wild cherry lubricant and dabs some on her fingers. Placing the bottle to the side, she runs her finger across my parted lips. I taste the cherry, it reminds me of Lou. Then placing her entire finger in her mouth, slowly and erotically she sucks it clean. She reaches toward my stomach again and picks up the huge ‘Black Bart.’ She strokes it once or twice and then holding it by the end glides it up across my torso, from my freshly waxed pubic area to my sensitive tits. I want to tell her how much I crave cock. Tell her about how much cock I’ve had and how much more I want, but I don’t. Then with a sly wink to me, she places it aside.



She reaches up to my hands and unties them. I had almost forgotten I was tied up at all. I notice Lou’s puzzled expression across the room. The woman looks at him and playfully sticks her tongue out at him. I notice how long and thick her tongue is; I want that tongue inside of me, thinking to myself. She leans over me again and looks down the length of my body. She runs her hand down my torso, from my tit, down to my cunt. She lightly touches the outside of my cunt, I’m so wet, that’s all she needs. Bringing her fingers wet with my juice to her mouth, she licks her fingers, hungrily. Her tongue almost too long to be real, it snakes around her fingers like it had a mind of its own. Again she swipes her hand across my cunt, one finger finding its way between my moist and quivering labia. This time, despite my promise not to move, I rock my hips forward to meet the motion of her hand. She stares at me and holds her hand up like kids do when they imitate the spout in the tea cup song.



She motions with her finger and Lou appeared behind her. She brings her hand to his mouth and he takes her fingers, his tongue licking probing, sucking on her fingers wet and tasting me. Lou held her hand to his mouth and with his free hand he reaches around and cups her large firm tit. I saw her back arch as she responds to his touch and rubs her ass against his crotch. She continues to stare at me, her eyes no longer soulful, now they burn with passion, passion for me and passion for him. She’s a predator this woman, a sexual predator and we’re her prey. She removes her blouse, her generous full breast now in full view; her large, dark nipples’ hard and erect. Lou kissed her neck passionately and his hands running over her body in rhythm with the music, that driving, lustful music.



She turns away from me and towards Lou; her long tongue licking his chest and stomach as she removes his pants. I see Lou’s cock, hard, swollen ready to burst out of its skin, the fat head moist and glistening in anticipation. With her back to me, she removes her shorts bending over as she does. I see her perfect black ass, the mounds firm, rounded and tight. Beneath the mounds of flesh I see her clean shaven glistening cunt in all its wetness. I can’t help it, I start to touch myself. Touch my soaking wet cunt. Rubbing, massaging and controlling my own pleasure.



She turns toward me and sees what I was doing. I use my free hand to hold my tit and suck on it. I stretch my tongue over my nipple. She sees the length and talent of my tongue and she is pleased. She pants, her eyes roll and her knees buckle slightly. I got to her, I turn her on. She recovers and smiles at me as if I’ve challenged her.



She turns to Lou, grabs his shoulders and turns him slightly, so his right side now faces me. She kneels in front of Lou, his cock pointing into her face. Gently cupping his balls in one hand and holding his shaft in the other, she licks the glistening head of his cock, turning her head so she can see me and I can see her, showing off for me.



“Mmm…,” moaning as my hands work rapidly on my sopping wet cunt.



She opens her mouth, wide and then slowly guides his cock in. My mouth mimicking the movements of hers, as my one hand massages my cunt and the other caresses my tits. Lou’s hard cock glides in her mouth, deeper, deeper and deeper still and his pole disappearing in her moist and talented mouth; her full lips inching down the shaft of his veined muscle. The deeper down her throat she takes him, the deeper my fingers delve into my quivering, pink cunt. She swallows his cock whole, her lips touching his cropped short pubic hair, her eyes on me. As she pulls back her head, it reminds me of a magic trick, as more and more cock emerges from the abyss wetness of her mouth. I watched again as she swallows, this time faster, harder and deeper. Her head begins to bob back and forth, back and forth, faster and faster, harder and harder. I plunge four fingers deep inside of my craving hole. My mouth sucks on an imaginary cock of its own. Then she stops, her mouth leaving his cock completely. Her attention now focused on me.



Suddenly, her face is over mine. She kisses me—kisses me hard; her tongue searching—probing—overwhelming the inside of my mouth. Her hands working feverishly over my body, my hands do the same to hers. Her entire body, her tits, her legs, her incredible ass, her gorgeous cunt, I feel it all, hungry for her, drunk in the sensation of her.



She’s on the bed now, one knee touching my crotch. I grab the back of her thigh and rub my cunt firmly on her leg, feeling her smooth skin and the firm muscles underneath. She kneels on the bed, moving me and her toward the center. Lifting my shoulders up so I’m sitting straight legged, facing her. She grasps the back of my head and places her magnificent unbelievably firm tit in my mouth. I lick her large and stiff nipples with abandon, grabbing her tits with both hands, massaging them, trying to stick them all in my mouth. With a firm hand she guides my head from tit to tit. She starts to stand on the bed, all the time guiding my head across her chest, across her stomach, across her shaved pubic bone and finally…finally into her wet, plump, cherry dark cunt.



I’m lost in the moment—lost in the music—lost in her body. What strikes me the most is the heat radiating from her dark rich cunt. It feels good on my face. I roll my face in the softness of her cunt; feeling the warmth and wetness on my lips and cheeks. I get up my knees. I want to eat her and I want to do it right. Tentatively my tongue probes the outer cunt lips, outlining the landscape of her vagina, exploring every fold, every flap, every curve of this sweet thing men and now me want. I start to enter her with my tongue, tasting the tangy sweet juice that flows from her. My tongue probes deeper, feeling the fleshy walls of her cunt on the sides of my tongue, feeling the lips of her cunt engulf the sides of my mouth. Every turn of my head, every lap of my tongue, brings her more and more pleasure. Her grip on the back of my head tightens as you thrust and snake my tongue in her rich, plump and dark hole.



“Go on gorgeous!” I hear Lou say, as she, this sexual predator succumbs to my tongue and mouth.



“Mmm,” she moans as she pushes her cunt into my mouth and with her hand, my head into her cunt. I grab her ass. Smooth and round, her cheeks filling my palms and fingers with firm young meat, and I pull, I pull her hips toward me, till my whole face will enter her. She lets out a gasp, “I’m cumming.” Her knees bend, her legs weak, “I’m cumming.” I feel her cunt contract against my tongue, “I gonna cum.” She grabs my head with both hands; “Eat my cunt slut,” every muscle in her body contracts, releases, flexes, contacts, releases, flexes for what seems like an eternity and building my own orgasm.



I hold her, I feel myself tensing “That’s right honey cum for me.” I can hardly breathe, “Cum for me.” I feel the rush, the overwhelming rush as my whole body screams. I came, over and over, my body contorts, my muscles contract.



Suddenly, she pushes me, throwing me flat on my back, abruptly and forcibly she spreads my legs, exposing my cunt to her, Lou and the ceiling mirrors. She wastes no time at all; she buries her head between my thighs. Her tongue, that long wonderful tongue; twisting, turning, darting, moving, digging, probing, deep—deep inside, lapping furiously outside—lapping like a dog at a water dish, her head moving up and down, back and forth. I spread my legs wide. I want her in deeper. I’m mad with pleasure. I see a cock, a hard wet cock near my face. I almost forgot, about Lou; his swollen cock in my face. I take him in like a woman starving for a man. One hand between his thighs, holding his ass, moving his hips, making my mouth and throat feel like they’re being fucked, being fucked real hard. My other hand holds her head, making her face fuck my cunt. Their rhythms alternate, she’s in, Lou’s out, she’s out, and he’s in— in, out—out, in. The dance music drums now seem louder, closer, all around me— inside of me. She buries her tongue deep, deep inside of me; I swallow his cock deeper than ever before. I feel like gagging, but I don’t, instead I squeeze my throat around his cock, massaging it with my throat, fucking him with my throat.



“Mmm, swallow my cock gorgeous”



Lou pulls out of my mouth, his cock hard, swollen and stiff. He walks behind her; he lifts her up, pulling her away from my cunt. Lou lays her on her back, her head at the foot of the bed.



“Straddle her face… towards me.”



Lou stands by the foot of the bed kissing me, as I ride her face, riding her tongue. He kiss me deep, I feel his tongue, his love and his approval. Lou works his way down to my tits, working them, sucking licking, kissing them. Lower and lower his tongue moves till he reaches my beautiful hairless craving cunt. Her tongue was still deep inside of me, Lou’s tongue rapidly flicking my clit. Their tongues dance joyfully in and around my cunt. Their tongues meet inside that fiery, moist hole of mine. Playing, dancing, fighting, whatever they’re doing, it feels incredible. I start to buck like a mustang that’s never been broken. Her hands and his meet on my ass, their fingers interlaced as they hold on, trying to keep their mouths working in my hot and tasty cunt.



Lou stops and tells me to turn around; I turn still straddling her, “Eat her, gorgeous, eat her while I fuck the shit out of you.”



I lean forward, my face again in that juicy, plump dark cunt of hers. My tongue immediately goes back to work. I feel her tongue on my cunt, what a tongue! Then she stops. Even though I can’t see it, I know she’s sucking on Lou, wetting his cock for my cunt. Then I feel it, Lou’s cock hard, fat, stiff and throbbing. It parts my cunt lips and inches into me. A little at a time, first the head, then slowly the shaft inch by inch till he enters me—enters me completely. Her tongue wet and warm on my clit as his pole rams me, over and over and over again. Each stroke harder than the one before, harder, faster, again and again. I feel dizzy as start to cum. “Ooooo…,” swooning with lust for her cunt and his cock. She thrust her hips up, her cunt pressing against my face, cumming on it. My tongue becomes possessed, it moves— thrust—circles like it had a mind of its own, my juices flowing. Lou’s slamming his cock in me, SMACK; his thighs spanking my ass, as his cock dives into my sobbing wet hole. SMACK…the slapping of skin—the feeling of cock stabbing and filling my wet, deep, wanting cunt. I tense, my muscles contract.



“Are you cumming gorgeous? She’s cumming, baby. I’m cumming gorgeous…baby!”



I want to see it; I want to see my husband cum. I stand up, throwing him down on the bed, like a woman possessed. I go straight for his cock, taking it in my mouth, stroking it with my hands, my cunt oozing cumming. She follows my lead and joins me. Both of us lick and suck his bursting cock, my cunt gushing. She and I take turns feeding each other cock



“Oh god…I’m gonna cum.”



I stroke its entire length, his thighs tighten



“I’m…I’m… I’m cumming”



“I watch his cock, it twitches, it jerks, it explodes, “I’M CUMMING” Lou’s hot cock cream shoots, spurts and oozes out onto our faces, “I’M CUMMING,” more shots on our tongues, ” Cum with me!”

Chloe had caught a lift with her Mom that morning, so I drove down to the physio department to pick her up and take her straight home to my place.



“You are totally getting lucky tonight. Plus I have a surprise for you.” She grinned at me shamelessly from the passenger seat.



Five days had passed since our last encounter, and I was saving it up for her, determined to make our first holiday break together a memorable one. We had ten whole days without classes. Technically, only four of those were for Easter and the rest was a “non-teaching study period”. As if anyone would actually study. Except Justine perhaps. I promised myself not to think about her on holiday, and began to wonder what Chloe had in store for the evening. I desperately needed to fuck.



Nonetheless, I swatted her hands away from between my legs.



“I’ll have an accident!” I protested. Chloe pouted cutely, but thankfully didn’t make any further attempts while I was driving.



I pulled into the driveway to find Dad loading boxes into the trunk of his station wagon. My folks were going away for the Easter weekend to a country bed-and-breakfast.



“Hi Mr Marshall!” Chloe chirped. “Looks heavy!”



Dad laughed and wiped his forehead, leaning on the car. “His Mom has packed the kitchen sink!”



The door only opened halfway due to another box just inside. Chloe and I squeezed in and walked through the hallway, where another stack of boxes sat waiting. I shook my head. Mom did tend to get anxious about trips, amongst other things. I guess that was where Libby and I got our slightly worrisome natures from. Mom and Libby were in the kitchen, discussing meals. Peeping over Mom’s shoulder, I raised my eyebrows at the long list of food inventoried there.



“There are just two of us Mom.” I glanced back at Chloe. “And even if Chloe ate breakfast, lunch and dinner here there would still be too much.”



Mom turned. “Hello Chloe dear.”



To me she said “We’ll be gone until Sunday week. Your father and I decided to extend our trip to do some hiking on the nature trails.”



There was probably still too much food in the house and too many boxes in the car, but it didn’t seem so ridiculously excessive now.



“The whole break?” I felt like leaping for joy. Ten days for Chloe and I to use the house together! Maybe we can do it in the master bedroom. Chloe and I shared a knowing glance, both thinking the same thing. I’m going to tear you to shreds all week, baby. Another part of me realised that Libby and I would be spending a substantial amount of time alone together too, but I tried to ignore that.



*



“Take care of your sister.” Mom said, glancing between me and Libby. She was presumably doubtful that we were friends again, given all the avoidance lately.



“Try not to get into too much trouble.” Dad followed meaningfully, except he was glancing between me and Chloe.



Chloe and I held hands and waved from either side. Libby stood next to Chloe as we watched their heavily laden car drive off towards the setting sun. They would be lucky to arrive before dark.



Libby had a date lined up for that night; Chloe told me she’d set it up to give us time alone together. She also assured me that the guy was cool, but that didn’t stop me from thinking he looked like a try-hard when he came to pick Libby up. No way was he good enough for my sister. She, on the other hand, was looking spectacular. I could have used all the superlatives to describe her, but it still wouldn’t be enough. Her little black dress came down to mid-thigh. When she moved, the fabric seemed to caress her and a handful of tastefully sewn sequins shimmered. She had a perfect waistline. It was something I never failed to notice, but when she wore one of those fashionable waist belts it drove me insane. Her hips were so marvelously curvy that she just radiated femininity. No man could watch her walk away without taking a second, longing look at the sashaying of those hips. Black stiletto heels with thin straps crisscrossing her dainty feet completed the look, perking her ass up and giving her legs a lightly toned look. In typical Libby fashion, she was very nervous, despite looking like a smoking hot goddess.



The moment she was out the door I attacked Chloe, thanking heaven I could take out my arousal on a legitimate and willing target. I pinned her against the inside of the front door and kissed her deeply, just the way she liked it before frantic sex. My cock strained up proudly, pressing against her midriff through the clothing. She brought one leg up to my hip, and began to grind on me as we continued tonguing.



“Master bedroom.” I said breathlessly as we broke apart.



She nodded excitedly and we started upstairs, but before we had gone three steps she said



“No, wait! I almost forgot the surprise!”



She led me down again and we sat on the bottom steps.



“The upstairs bedroom can wait another day.” I frowned slightly, but she went on. “Okay, for this to work I have to ask you a question: do you trust me?” She looked at me playfully as she said the last part.



“Not at all, you little nympho. You almost fucked me to death last weekend.” I smirked back, joking.



She pounded me with her small fists for a few seconds while we both laughed. We ended up with her straddling my lap, cuddling. I kissed her crown.



“Seriously though, I need to know for this.” She looked up at me.



I was really curious by now, but no matter what it was, I knew she would always do right by me.



“One hundred percent.” I told her.



She beamed at me, then jumped out of my lap and delved into her nearby handbag, producing a black silk scarf.



“Turn around and do as I say.”



*



I felt a thrill as Chloe slipped the folded scarf over my eyes and tied it at the back. The soft material was completely opaque. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off, right there in the hall. As her hands ran over my torso, I flexed for her benefit, and she sighed at my display.



“Your body is so hard, I love it.” Her praise made me instantly resolve to start hitting the gym again.



Then she grasped the bulge in my pants. “And I haven’t even come to the hardest part yet. Let’s take these off too.”



I stepped out of my pants, completely naked in the cool air of the hallway. It felt so wantonly sexual, leaving clothes strewn about the house during foreplay. I did feel somewhat unfairly exposed, but then Chloe wrapped her hand around my cock before I could worry about that too much.



“Let’s go.”



She held it very carefully, and led me by the cock towards my room.



“I feel like a man-slave.” I pretended to complain whilst enjoying the sensation of having nothing against my skin except for the scarf around my eyes and her hand around my cock. She giggled,



“That sounds like a good idea too, but it isn’t what I had in mind.”



My legs bumped into the bed and she guided me to lie down. Her hands pulled my arms above my head, I heard her opening a drawer, and then there was more soft fabric to bind my wrists to the bedposts. I furrowed my brow in consternation; this was unexpected. She must have seen that I was about to protest, because she kissed me softly and said



“The bindings are very thin. Don’t worry.”



I tested them. Whatever she had used, I made a few strands break with ease. Chloe squeaked in alarm and pushed my arms back to stop me from accidentally ripping through before we even got started. I relaxed and let her continue.



After a minute, when she had just finished binding my ankles too, I noticed that something didn’t seem right. What was it? My bed smelt different to usual — sweeter. The scarf had Chloe’s perfume on it, but as I turned my nose into the pillow I realised this was Libby’s bed. My voice was cold as I spoke.



“Chloe, what do you think you’re playing at? Untie me right now or I’m going to tear these off myself.”



I began to get up, objecting to Chloe’s scheme, but suddenly I heard the bed creak and she sat on my chest heavily, knocking the wind out of me. She yanked the blindfold off.



“I know you want her Matt. I’m not stupid.”



I was silent, and pretended to get my breath back while I composed a denial in my head.



“And before you even think about escaping, look at the bindings.”



My eyes were just beginning to readjust to the light, and I glanced to the side. Shit.



“Those are her panties. If you break them she’ll find out.” Chloe seemed to be enjoying watching me squirm.



I gulped. Side tie panties; that explained how they reached around my wrists and the bedposts. Mmm, even better than that black bikini bottom. I told the inner monologue to shut the fuck up while I figured a way out of this confrontation about the incest fantasy.



“I suggested them to her.” She informed me whimsically. “Sexy, aren’t they?”



The pair on my left side was a simple and elegant black, but my right hand was trapped by a racy red G-string. Against my will, I felt my cock grow to almost maximum size. I prayed that she wouldn’t slide back and discover it poking her in the ass.



“Even if I hadn’t seen the bikini picture, it’s obvious from the way you look at her sometimes. Like just now when she left, you were definitely jealous of the guy taking her out.” Was it really that obvious?



“We can’t keep tiptoeing around this because I know it’s gnawing away at you Matt. You have to admit you want her. And yes, I do know that you are hard again.” She glanced back at my erection before looking at me intently, satisfied that my member was indeed sufficiently swollen to confirm my guilt.



I was ashamed, but couldn’t keep denying it. “You don’t think it’s sick?”



Her voice softened. “It’s not something I’d tell anyone about, obviously, but I think you’d have to be a robot not to want her. Hell, I think she’s pretty fine too.”



Chloe smiled at the shock that admission gave me, before continuing, “The point is that practically all guys want her. But I think she only wants one guy: you.”



Something inside me was dancing wildly, but I suppressed it and struggled against the improbability of the whole scenario; my girlfriend tying me down and forcing me to admit my desire for my sister. Then something else struck me.



“Even if you’re right about Libby, what does this mean for us?”



She laughed. “Libby’s the one who set us up in the first place. She’s the sweetest person I know, and you two innocents would be so cute together. But it’s not like she’s going to replace me as your girlfriend or anything, and I don’t want you to have to choose between us.”



I was so grateful, so full of relief that this beautiful girl above me had put my fears to rest. Libby still didn’t know, but just talking about it and being acquitted by Chloe made me well-up with joy. Reserves of tension and guilt I hadn’t known existed evaporated and left happiness behind.



“I love you no matter what Chloe. You know that, right?”



Her response was to lean down and kiss me tenderly. “I know.”



“Now let’s enjoy this.”



*



She was the rarest kind of redhead; naturally fair but with flawless skin, green-eyed, and slender. I gazed longingly as she undressed for me, provocatively and piece-by-piece. First her peach-coloured tank top, then her denim shorts fell to the floor. She pirouetted gracefully in a pink bra and panties, sending her long hair shimmering through the air momentarily before falling to the middle of her back. I admired her beauty with new appreciation. Beautiful both inside and out.



Coming up alongside the bed and turning away from me, she bent right down to her toes with ease. I wanted to touch those taught, creamy cheeks so badly. She shimmied out of the pink lace, and I strained as far as I could towards her now-exposed pussy. Her sex was just starting to redden and swell, like a delicate flower about to bloom. It was so maddeningly explicit. My mind was running a continuous loop, primal instincts chanting out at me one thing: Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.



“Untie me Chloe,” I croaked, “let me take you like this, from behind.”



“Ah ah ah! You have to do as I say, remember?”



I blew a sharp breath of air onto the pink folds. She yelped in surprise and jumped away, laughing, chiding me.



“Just for that I’m going to make you wait until I’ve had mine.” — I loved how she took what she wanted in the bedroom.



She unclipped her bra and tossed it carelessly onto Libby’s chest of drawers. Kneeling down, she held her breasts in her hands and fed a rosy nipple into my waiting mouth.



“Mmmm. Suck it baby.”



In no time at all I had the skin pebbling and firm under my tongue. I grazed it very lightly with my teeth. She drew back at first, but then tossed her hair to one side and eagerly leaned down again, moaning her approval while she tweaked her other bud between finger and thumb. Chloe had fantastic breasts. They were large enough to give a guy a handful, but without being at all saggy or out of proportion. We spent several long minutes that way, me laving away with my mouth and watching her pleasure build until she needed something more.



She climbed onto the bed and swung a long leg over my chest, sitting down more carefully this time. I inspected her glistening pussy. It was close for me to smell that delicious feminine nectar. She scooted up closer and closer until I could almost reach it by straining forward. Then I realised that she wasn’t coming any closer.



“Let me eat you.” I pleaded.



“Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” She teased. “This is your punishment for blowing on my poor little kitty when she wasn’t ready for it.”



And then a she ran a finger down her cleavage, trailing it round and round for my benefit, until it came to rest on her clit. She let out a sigh as she lingered for several moments before delving inside herself. I saw no resistance at all from her slick channel. The finger came out glistening and she painted my lips with the juice before kissing it off.



“I taste goooood.” She cooed.



I could only nod in absolute agreement. That little sample had only enflamed my appetite for her. The scent of her permeated the room and filled my lungs. With two fingers of her left hand, she parted her pussy lips up high and pulled back gently until her clit poked out from under its hood. Her most sensitive place was laid out defenseless, so close I could almost lick it. Just a few more millimeters.



Then she bit her lip and gingerly caressed it with the pad of one finger, sending her body instantly tense. I felt her thighs grip my chest hard and heard her stifle a scream. After adjusting to the sensitivity with a few more careful touches, she began to masturbate in earnest, right there on my chest. It was insanely hot. That finger diddled up and down, left and right, and she began to pant. Her pussy began to make occasional obscene squelching noises as she jiggled in pleasure. Several times she plundered her pussy to gather extra lubrication for the dirty deed. Five minutes in, she squealed as her orgasm struck. She grabbed the headboard just in time to stop herself collapsing on top of me. Her breasts heaved overhead as she sucked in air to recover. Juices now trickled across my chest and onto the sheets. I was beyond caring about the mess at this point, though. I just needed to taste it.



“Ohhh Chloe.” I moaned. “It’s going to waste.”



To my dismay, she simply smiled and started probing herself again, apparently unsatisfied with one orgasm. She worked furiously this time, even having to change hands midway to give her dominant hand a break. Her swollen folds wobbled to and fro under the assault and the immense effort had her hot and sweaty. By the end, she was grabbing one breast and licking her own nipple as she brought herself to a powerful climax. Her whole body shook above me as she squealed yet again, screwing her eyes tight against the sensations she was producing.



“Please Chloe.” I begged.



I wished I could cum again that quickly. She still hadn’t let go of the headboard but she lifted her hips up and finally brought herself over my mouth.



“Third time’s the charm,” she whispered, “make me cum.”



I stuck my tongue out as far as I could and lapped firmly through her folds. The sweet taste exploded in my mouth, and we both moaned our appreciation. I licked her completely clean, eating my fill of her, unable to get enough of her sex. She rocked back and forth gently, riding my face and trying to get some tongue on her clit by timing my strokes. I was deliberately avoiding the little bud, however, wanting to inflict some sweet torture of my own. Driven insane after several dozen failed attempts to get me to lick her favourite place, she pinned my forehead down with one hand and demanded.



“Finish me off or I’ll just leave you here.” Her voice was ragged, and although I knew she wouldn’t actually carry through that threat, the meaning was clear: she just couldn’t take any more without cumming.



When I sucked her clit into my mouth and swirled my tongue around as fast as I could, she just broke. She screamed so loudly I was sure that she would be heard three houses down the street.



After some long and convulsive spasms she slumped, clinging to the bed frame for dear life. Her pussy was resting heavily over my mouth and nose; it was actually getting difficult to breathe. I nudged her and she lifted up as quickly as she could when she saw my predicament. She laid her tired body up against my side and held me close to rest for a while.



*



While the rest of me was very comfortable laid out spreadeagle on Libby’s bed and kept warm by Chloe, I was bothered by two things: my face was still covered in liquid pleasure and my balls were beginning to ache. I still hadn’t cum, whereas my greedy girlfriend had had three already.



“Chloe?” I whispered.



Thankfully, I felt her stir. She opened her eyes and smiled at me.



“Would you wipe my face please?”



She giggled and lapped at my cheek once, but there was way too much mess for that.



“Hang on a second.” She glided out of the room and soon returned holding another pair of panties. Her next announcement startled me.



“This pair was already in the dirty laundry, so no one will notice the girl-cum.” Before I could stop her, she was wiping her cum off my face with my sister’s underwear. The panties were of the black side-tie variety, just like the ones around my left wrist, but these were used. There was a shiny mark where Libby’s pussy-slit had stained them.



“This was the cleanest-looking pair I could find. She must be touching herself almost every day.” I could smell Libby’s pussy flavour; it was pure heaven. My cock gave several involuntary throbs as her words evoked images of Libby uninhibitedly caressing herself to orgasm.



“Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten.” With that, she dropped them on the pillow next to me and her hand brushed down my chest to wrap around my cock, jerking sensuously.



“So you like that we’re doing it in Libby’s bed?” She teased.



“It’s so wrong.” I sighed, half in pleasure and half in disbelief at what she was saying. Her hand stopped moving.



“But yes, I have to admit that makes it even better.” I said reluctantly, knowing that she wanted to hear the truth. She started stroking again, rewarding my surrender to the incest taboo.



“And do you like her teeny, tiny, panties? Do you approve of your little sister wearing those things?”



The sight of that red G-string tied around the right bedpost would be forever burned into my memory. Through gritted teeth I hissed a “Yes.”



“Pardon?” She wanted me to say it louder.



“Yes I fucking approve.” My voice cracked. “I fucking love it.”



“Mmmm you’re a bad boy.” The speed of her ministrations increased.



“Have you ever fantasised about her blowing your cock?” She asked impudently, with no shame at all at the forwardness.

Cora Cranston closed the door to the suite she and her friends shared and twisted the handle to make sure it locked behind her. She slid the key into the pocket of her skirt and skipped a few steps to catch up with her friends as they headed down to the cafeteria. Cora and her friends were on a two week long cruise to celebrate their recent graduation from college and it had been the most relaxed time she had spent in a long time.



Cora had long, dark auburn hair that curled gently below her shoulder blades. She twisted it around her finger as she and her two friends, Emmie and Lori, discussed their plans for the day.



“After breakfast, we should head up to the deck,” Emmie, a tall blonde, suggested. “Work on our tans.” Emmie was very tan, which suited her slim, willowy frame. Her hair was cropped short around her heart-shaped face, which gave her a pixieish air.



“That’s the suggestion you always have,” Lori complained. The shortest of the three friends, she was dark haired and dark skinned. She linked her arms through Emmie and Lori’s, grinning up at them. Her smile was always charming; no male had ever been able to resist her for long. She considered herself the most promiscuous of the three, but sometimes Emmie would tell stories or drop hints that she had far more experience than the others gave her credit for. Cora knew her friends far outstripped her, even though she was no virgin, but didn’t care. They were each content in their sex lives.



“I think we’re passing some islands today. The one guy mentioned something about dolphins?” Cora was curvier than both, with what some referred to affectionately as a “ghetto booty”, and a sharply defined waist.



“Ooh, dolphins,” Lori said excitedly, “I’m definitely on board with that!” Her excitement was contagious and even Emmie warmed up to the prospect as they entered the dining hall. The room was small, as befitted the cruise they were on. Unlike a Disney or other major cruise line, the major draw of this company was their small, intimate cruises. They were slightly more expensive but worth not having to fight large crowds for entertainment and the crew’s ability to customize planned activities instead of having to create a general schedule. As recent grads, Cora and her friends were only able to attend because Lori’s parents were very wealthy and had insisted on including her closest friends when presenting the cruise as a graduation gift. It was the first time Cora had ever experienced anything so upscale and she was determined to soak in as much as possible.



When they finished breakfast, Cora led the way down the narrow hall. Today’s program had indicated mimosas on the top deck and those were one of Cora’s favorite things. She stopped suddenly only a few feet away from the staircase that led to the open door to the deck. “Something’s weird, guys,” she said. She could faintly hear the sound of shouting and had noticed the engines had stopped. She opened her mouth to explain what had caught her attention when she was interrupted by three men shoving a small mass of vacationers down the stairs. The three women were shoved back against the wall as their fellow passengers were herded past them. Belatedly, Cora’s eyes focused on the weapons, an assortment of blades and firearms, that the three darkly dressed men held. One of the men roughly grabbed Emmie’s arm and indicated that the other two should follow the other passengers down the hall.



Cora’s heart beat fiercely in chest, but she kept calm. These men were clearly pirates of some sort. Hopefully they were only here to rob the rich clientele and did not intend any hostage taking. She briefly prayed to whomever was listening that their intentions would go no further. The men had showed no interest in fondling any of the women so far and that gave her hope.



They were herded back into the dining hall. All the passengers were crammed inside and Cora and her friends were deposited near the door. Cora watched the pirates as they established control over the terrified passengers. They were a motley group, a mix of genders and races, well armed and clearly demonstrating an ease with their weapons that showed their ability to use them. They defied the recent conception of pirates as all being from Somalia. One man in particular caught her eye. He stood with arms folded against the opposite door. Tall and with dark blonde hair, his well muscled body draped sinuously against the frame. He watched everything, one hand on the machete at his waist. Even though he never spoke or gave commands, Cora got the distinct feeling that he was the one in charge. Another man, equally tall, with a dark hair and beard over a swarthy complexion, had the appearance of command, issuing orders, and shoving the passengers around and everyone else had started to react to him as the leader. Only Cora noticed the subordinate glances he gave the other man for permission.



Right as everyone was settling down, the curly haired man noticed her watching him. The expression on his face did not change other than a slight furrowing of his brow. Then he smiled slightly and slipped through the door.



The swarthy man began to shout. “We are here for your valuables,” he nodded at a toned woman who began to pass through the room, searching people for valuables. She was especially rough with the men, taking liberties with their bodies. A man joined her, exhibiting the same behavior with the women. Cora could feel her friends trembling in fear as they watched them progress, terrified at the treatment they may eventually receive. “As we speak,” the speaker continued, “Your rooms are being searched and you are being robbed. Your bank accounts will be drained. Please make your lives easier and give us any information we ask for to facilitate our time here. We can make your lives difficult if you do not cooperate.” A woman across the room yelped as the man searching her fondled her breast.



A hand gripped Cora’s upper arm and dragged her to her feet. Her friends started at the sudden movement. Emmie began to cry softly. The blonde leader stared into Cora’s deep green eyes, ignoring her fearful friends. Few others in the room noticed, preoccupied by their own predicament. “Come with me,” he whispered in her ear, his voice low and masculine. She saw him glance over at the man shouting commands and nod at the door before pulling Cora from the room and out into the hall.



Cora resisted when he tried to force her to follow him. She planted her feet and yanked back against his grip on her arm. “Let go of me,” she said fiercely.



He smirked. “Those two ladies in there next to you, they are your friends, are they not?”



Cora’s eyes widened before she could control her expression.



“I thought so.” Taking advantage of her lowered guard, he pulled her to him, pressing her against his long, hard body. He arm went around her back, just beneath her shoulder blades and his other hand went lower to cup her ass. He put his mouth against her ear, heat from his breath warming it as he spoke. “You’re not the only observant person on this boat. I see how you pegged me. I admire intelligence.” He squeezed her ass. “And when that’s combined with a body like yours…” He bit her earlobe gently and she pulled against his grip, fighting the strong arms holding her firmly in place. “Now, you can continue to fight me–I’ll still get what I want, trust me.” His grip on her bottom tightened until it was painful. “Of you can come quietly. And if you don’t do it for your sake, do it for your friends. I can make their lives hell with a snap of my fingers.”



He loosened his hold on her until he only gripped her by the arms so he could look down at her face. He had an astonishing pair of bright blue eyes. They were as hard as stones and filled with lust. Cora felt her breathing quicken, finally losing some of the calm that she had managed to hold onto while facing the sudden pirate invasion. He began to smile as he saw her fear begin to show on her face. Ethan knew the moment he had seen her that she was not the sort to panic or give in, but the way she had been acting protective towards her friends had shown him the power he could use to gain control. She went limp under his hands.



He pulled her aggressively down the hall. She struggled a little, unable to help herself, but stilled when he threatened to go back in the dining hall. Ethan dragged her to a corridor she had never been down and kicked in the door to a suite that dwarfed hers. He shoved her into the room and she stumbled, almost falling to her knees. The room had obviously already been searched; the occupant’s belongings were scattered everywhere. Ethan managed to shut the broken door, then he leaned against the wall, watching her. She warily watched him back.



Then, without warning, he was on her, grabbing her around the waist and hauling her to the bed. He flung her down. Her breasts bounced and one nearly slipped out of her bra. At the sight of it, Ethan’s eyes gleamed. She tried to crawl backwards away from him. He scrambled across the bed after her and pinned her to the mattress with his body. She could feel his erection through both their clothing. She closed her eyes and swallowed, going limp once more. He gripped her hands and pinned them above her head. He raised his chest so he could look down at her, spread across the bed, helpless beneath him. He bent and bit her neck, nipping at the tender flesh. Small shocks of pain shot down her body, congregating at the area between her legs and making her grow warm. She moaned and struggled, trying to get her hands free of him grip. Her struggles pressed her pussy against his cock and he smiled at the feeling of her body wriggling under his.



He transferred both her wrists to one hand so he could reach down with the other and slide a slow, sinuous hand up her bare leg and under her skirt. He caressed her inner thigh, taking his time to feel her flesh. The harder she tried to fight him, the harder he pushed his body against hers.



He hooked his finger around the edge of her panties, brushing against the flesh of her mound. She shivered at the feeling that emanated through her body at his touch. “You have no idea what I’m going to do to you,” he growled.



“No, please,” she pled with him, “Don’t do this. You can have anything on this ship. It’s all yours, all the money, everything. Don’t do this to me.”



“I don’t want anything,” he said, stroking her lips with his finger, “I want you.” He kissed her aggressively, biting at her lip, sucking her tongue into his mouth. She continued to protest as his lips muffled her words. He took his finger away from her pussy and it felt cold. He also let go of her hands. She bucked her hips against him, trying to dislodge him. She clawed at his chest desperately.



He sat, straddling her, staring down at her, eyes taking in her body. She tried to sit up and he pushed her back down. He swiftly pulled off his shirt and threw it across the room. Worming his hands between his thighs and hers, he gripped the bottom of her dress and pulled it upwards, removing it. Her attempts to stop him barely fazed him and in seconds her wrists were secure in his hand.



He removed her bra slowly, letting her breasts bounce. She knew she had good breasts; they were large and perky. To her dismay, her nipples were pebbled. He palmed her breast before bending to suckle. He vigorously laved the nipple with his tongue before nipping at it with his teeth, causing her to cry out. He stroked the sides of her breast with his large, warm hand, kneading the flesh, alternating with rough and gentle movements.



He paused a moment to remove his belt and use it to secure her hands above her head. That left his hands free so he could palm both her breasts and rub thumbs over the sensitive nipples. Every time she struggled, her nakedness rubbed against his clothed lower half, the disparate sensations causing an erotic feeling Cora desperately tried to ignore. She was horrified to realize she was beginning to grow wet in her nether regions and the pressure of his body against her clitoris was causing strong sensations to roll through her.



Ethan removed his mouth from her breast and began to kiss his way down her flat stomach. One of his hands remained on her breast.



Realizing where he was headed, Cora whimpered. “Please, don’t do this.” His mouth brushed the apex of her thighs, and she cried out, both in pleasure and fear. He held her hips down so she couldn’t buck against his face and plunged his tongue into her slit. Cora cried out again, trying to twist away from his invasion. His mouth was insistent, running from one end of her slit to another, plunging boldly into her body. Her wetness was increasing.



Her eyes rolled back in her head as the pleasurable sensation increased. She worked at her wrists, trying to pull her hands free of their constraints to no avail. She was helpless to stop his onslaught. The pressure in her pussy built, curling through her stomach and out into the rest of her body. Cora began to pant.



He stopped. She moaned as he backed away from her. He stood at the end of the bed and looked at her naked body, his eyes lingering on her breasts. But it was in her eyes that he was looking when he removed his pants and stood naked before her. His penis was fully erect. He took it in his hand and stroked the length of it while he stared at her. Her eyes widened in fear.



She hadn’t fully believed he would carry through with raping her until this moment. The pleasurable sensations in her body faded as she tried to scramble backwards away from him. She managed to curl her legs up to her chest but the restraints on her arms prevented her from running from him as she wanted to. He stroked himself harder as he watched her try to hide her lower body. “You’ll enjoy this,” he said huskily, “I’m very skilled. I will make you cry out for me.”



“Never,” Cora said defiantly.



He grabbed one of her feet and pulled. She resisted, but, inch by inch, he lay her flat on the bed, pussy still glistening from his earlier attentions. He grabbed her ass, smacking it a little as he pulled at her. When she was arranged to his satisfaction, he cupped her pussy, then slipped a finger inside her. “You feel so…” he sucked in a breath before he fell on her. With a strong movement, he entered her fully. She cried out, in ecstasy or anger, she couldn’t tell, as he filled her to the brim. His entire weight was on her.



The pressure against her clitoris as he began to stroke in and out felt incredible. She bit her lip. He buried his face in her neck so he could nibble at her tender flesh. He moved slowly in and out of her, the entire length of their bodies pressed together. “You belong to me,” he told her.



She could no longer suppress her moans. The feeling that had curled in her body returned, strong, leaving her impatient and wanting. She was on the brink when he pulled out of her. She whimpered, feeling empty. He kneaded her breasts and placed his cock between them, trapping it between her mounds, stroking back and forth as if he were still inside her.



She raised her legs in the air, trying to find something to relieve the feeling of need in her lower body. He laughed at the wanting on her face. Her chest was coated in her own wetness, making his cock slick between her breasts. His breathing increased as he stared into her eyes. “You’re mine,” he said again, “I know you want me.”



“Please,” she whispered as he thrust harder between her breasts. Her mounds bounced beneath the onslaught, trapped between his hands and the hard legnth of his cock. She couldn’t help but be entranced by the hard muscles of his chest and abs as he balanced himself over her.



“Please, what?” he asked teasingly.



“I need…” she asked. She was ashamed of what she wanted. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.



Ethan straddled her chest with his hands on either side of her head, penis still between her breasts. He kissed her. Slowly, teasing her. He moved back down her body. She arched her back.



Instead of entering her, he flipped her on her stomach. Grabbing her ass, he straddled her again, this time over her legs. He rubbed his length down her ass and over her pussy lips. Cora moaned. He smacked her.



This time, he entered her brutally, his body smacking into hers with each thrust. His hand snaked up to grip her around the throat, controlling her. His other hand held one of her legs wide as he lay between them. She screamed as his grip around her neck tightened and his thrusts became more and more powerful, abusing her body, using her, fucking her as if he owned her. Her clitoris rubbed against the bed with each movement forward. Her climax was building, and she was entirely at his mercy for her release. He grabbed one of her breasts and painfully twisted the flesh. She could only scream as she orgasmed.



He continued to pound at her helpless body. He was heavy against her as he kept her pinned facedown on the bed. She felt another climax building as he returned his attentions to her ass, gripping one cheek the same way he had gripped her breast, slipping his fingers around her anus.



Holding down her head, he lifted her hips and thrust into her kneeling upright instead of laying on her. She was helpless to prevent the repositioning. The only part of their bodies connected was his cock inside her and his hands on her hips, holding her in place so he could piston against her. The change was too much for her body. She moaned as she climaxed again. A few seconds later, Ethan reached his own release, coming inside her, grunting as he filled her with his fluid.



He remained inside her for several seconds. She kept her eyes closed. She didn’t want to face what had just happened to her. She had been taken by a pirate and a thief. Held down and raped. Tied to a bed while a stranger had his way with her. She had done it to save her friends and because she had had not choice in the face of his physical domination. But then she had enjoyed it.



When he let her go, she curled up on herself. He untied her wrists and got dressed while she lay there limply.



“What is you name?” he asked.



The question was so unexpected that she answered him. “Cora.”



“Well, Cora.” He sat down on the bed next to her and stroked her naked form. Perhaps he was trying to be comforting, perhaps he simply wanted to continue to touch her. “Thank you. Your friends will be safe. I know you enjoyed yourself as much as I did…”



“Leave me alone,” she said.



Ignoring her plea, he brutally pushed her onto her back. He kissed her, holding her face delicately in his hands. Pushing against him was like trying to move rock. When he had satisfied himself with her lips, he left her to lie alone.



Cora lay on her side until someone came to find her. Even though she was afraid and unhappy, some nights she would think back on what happened and use the memory to pleasure herself in the safety of her own bed.

I need to service you.



I need to fuck you. I expect you to be sopping when you knock on the door; I instruct you to start on yourself in the car. I need to throw you face down over the bed, flip your skirt, tear your panties, and get inside you in a single thrust. I need to pound you until you cum. I need you to cum from nothing but my cock.



I need to turn you on your side, your pussy already widened by my thrusting, and slide between your thighs, rolling you around like you’re my fuck doll. I need to put you on your back, legs high in the air, and bottom out inside you. I need our sweat to stick us together.



I need to lick your body. I need to roll my hands across your skin and make you putty. I need to spread your pussy and lick you until you can’t take it. I need you to trust me, so I can take a break from your pussy to work on your ass. I need you to faint from my mouth’s pleasure.



I need you to awaken, fully content, and ready to treat me like a man. You will go slowly where I was urgent, gently where I was strong.



You will take me to the shower and methodically wash me from head to toe. You will wash inside me with first one, then two soapy fingers. You will scrub my penis softly, getting over and under every fold of skin. You will not neglect the rest of my body. You will dry me thoroughly.



I need your touch. I need you to massage my muscles, easing the tension from my body, starting with me on my back, working on my shoulders, and then rolling me back over to work the knots out of my back, my ass, and my thighs.



You will then, because I say so, massage my feet ever so gently, apologizing when you tickle me; and work your way back up my body softly, slowly, simply stroking my skin and watching me shudder. You will see me melt as you roll me to my back. You will work on my face, very gently, before running your fingers through my chest hair and massaging my chest and nipples. You will stroke my belly and my sides, watching my face to see what pleases me the most, and return to those places as you go lower.



You will open my legs and start by simply massaging my thighs until they open on their own. You will stroke my crotch with your fingertips, circling closer and closer to my cock, which will be iron hard with anticipation. You will stroke my balls softly, then massage the skin of my scrotum with more strength between your thumb and forefinger. You will start with your tongue at my knee and drag your way up to my taint, which you will lick thoroughly and thoughtfully, before making a circle at the other knee and coming back to me, this time to suck each ball in turn, lavishing the skin with your tongue. You will kiss the tip of my cock softly. You will call my attention (as if you need to) to watch as you dip your tongue in the slit of my cock and the pre-cum drags away from me. You will suck it into your mouth and smirk.



You will get me up and seat me, ensuring that I’m fully comfortable with my ass hanging over the edge of the chair, reclined enough to relax while able to see your ministrations. You will get up and drag your hand from just above my cock to my face, where you will kiss me with more strength than you have used yet, or will use again. You will go to the table and retrieve the lube the Rude Boy and your scarves, placing each on the floor next to the chair, along with a pillow for your knees. You will kiss me again, and suckle at each nipple briefly, before returning to your place at my feet.



Again you will massage my thighs and my ass, ensuring that I’m relaxed and comfortable. You will tie me gently to the legs of the chair, guaranteeing your access. You will lick my balls and taint softly, edging closer, before beginning to lick at my perfectly clean center. You will spread my cheeks and ease your tongue slowly around me. We will both feel the tip of your tongue stroke every crease. You will work your tongue into me, holding me open even further, loving how I squirm against the restraints. As you come up for air I will beckon you to me, kissing myself from you, biting your tongue, knowing what’s next.



You will make your last trip to serve me, now. You will apply the lube generously to a finger, then around my ass. You will hold me open with your other hand as you get into me with one finger, feeling for the little nut inside me and swirling your finger around. One finger becomes two, scissoring me open further, then three, all the way to the last knuckle. You will use your other hand to add lube before pushing a fourth finger, amazed and satisfied at your capacity to please me.



You will withdraw your hand slowly, watching my shape (almost) return, before coming back with the toy, covering it with lube and pushing it gently into me, pausing as you go so I can feel the texture, before inserting it fully. You will fuck me with it slowly for a while, until neither of us can stand it any longer, when you turn on the vibration and push it into me, with the rough portion against my taint.



Finally, you will change your position to attend to my cock. With one hand gently rocking the Boy against me you will lick around the base of my cock then up the underside to the tip. You will swirl the tip a few times before going all the way down on my cock, relishing every inch and cumming from no touch as you see the look in my eyes. My hips bucking against you, you will return to the tip, lavishing it in your mouth as you pump the base with your hand. You will take as much of my monstrous load as possible, knowing that I want to see it dribble out of your mouth.



You will stand up and drool most of it down to your chest, holding a small amount in your cheek. You will massage my fluid into your tits softly, loving the feel against your skin, giving me the prettiest, dirtiest smile I’ve ever seen. I will pull you up and you will kiss me, our tongues dancing around in the rest of my load.

by MinxGirl and billy69boy



I had been teaching at the university for some 30 years, and I had never encountered such an intriguing vision as Soleil in all my days. She is a beauty, and an enigma. She was breathtakingly refreshing and very frustrating…beautiful, yet exasperating. I came to be rather obsessed with this 20 year old vixen from the first time I saw her in class, just something about her that caught my attention: she was half Thai, and half American. I’m sure she would qualify as a genius in any Mensa test, and yet she was notoriously lax and indifferent when it came to academics. She would turn in papers that were astounding in their conclusions, yet she cared little for proper form and function. She hardly paid attention to the basic rules of grammar and punctuation, as if they didn’t matter.



Her most recent paper was the final straw. I gave her a C grade, and wrote a comment across the top of the paper: “This could easily have been an A+. Please see me after class”. I wondered what her response would be. I will admit that I had two motives; I genuinely wanted her to bear down and apply herself, but I also wanted to have some private time with her after everyone else had left my classroom. I was anxious to see her response, as I passed out the papers to everyone in the class.



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I could not believe I got a C when I got my paper back! I mean that assignment was so boring, the most boring so far out of Professor Mann’s class I did it in my sleep, literally. When I saw the comment on top of the page and looked up into the professor’s face, I saw disappointment mixed with something else that I could not work out. I know that he expected me to be conscientious with my work, but I got bored so I handed in my assignment without really editing it. Now I have to pay, and pay I will.



The professor was really quite a nice man, a bit older than some of the teachers in the university. I remember the first day when his class got underway, I was running late due to a really stupid traffic on the way to the university. I burst into the room just as the professor was introducing himself. I was flushed from running, I was out of breath as I apologised and looked around for an empty seat. Alas, there was only one which was right at the front, just my luck. But as it turned out, I loved his classes, and as the semester went on I had a feeling that I was beginning to like the professor very much and not in a platonic way.



Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m only 20 years old so anyone older than say 25 is old to me. I don’t usually go for older guys, I like to stick to people around my age, but the professor was doing something to me without really doing anything to me (if that makes any sense to you). The more I attended his classes the more I look forward to them each day. Even my friends commented on this change, they began to clue into the fact that whenever his class was scheduled I would be all giddy and happy.



Then assignments arrived. I really love the professor’s class but the assignment that he handed out was tedious in the extreme sense of the word. Most of the time, I would type it up a day or two before it was due, since I would fly through the material with my eyes closed, and don’t really bother about the grammar or the edits. I actually never bothered to think whether I have to pay attention to it or not, but now, this paper, C grade! I almost crumpled the work in my hand with frustration, I wanted to throw a tantrum, but I restrained myself. It would not do to embarrass myself in class.



Since his class was the last lesson I have for the day, I stuck around after all the other students have left, holding on to the C grade assignment in my hand. The professor said goodbye to the last student, and indicated that I should come forward to his desk. I smooth the paper on his desk, and demanded to know why I got a C grade when I know that my work was better than the grade he gave me.



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I was finally alone with Soleil, and I felt my heart pounding in my chest as I watched her stride purposefully up the aisle and approach my desk. I wasn’t so sure if this meeting was a good idea after all. She was clearly irritated and upset with me…not surprising, I suppose. Perhaps I should have given her a B instead of a C, but I wanted to make a point, and I wanted to get her undivided attention. I suspect she had probably never received such a low grade in her life, such was her obvious intelligence.



I will admit I was taken aback by her seething anger. I leaned back in my chair, and let her rant, feeling a rush of excitement that I tried not to acknowledge. She was quite fetching when she was angry. When she finally calmed down, she actually apologized for her tirade. I was silent for a full half minute, and just stared at her, even as she cast her glance downward. When I told her that there was a time when a professor might turn her over his knee, she shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. I paused to let her fully consider that image in her mind. She slowly lifted her head and looked me in the eye, and a slight smile appeared on her face, with a subtle twinkle in her eye. I will admit, I felt a slight tingle in my groin as well, but I did not dwell on the idea.



I assured her that her reaction was understandable, but I also stood by the grade I gave her, and I told her why. In the end, I offered to reconsider her grade if she was willing to put in the required effort. She thought about it, and asked me what she had to do. I suggested she stay after class for the next several weeks, and I offered to tutor her on the fine art of detail and presentation. I explained that it wasn’t good enough to just throw ideas down on a piece of paper, no matter how good her ideas were. She needed to pay attention to details, and to consider the overall scholarly presentation of her work.



After we agreed to meet again after class the next day, I dismissed her and gave our meeting no more thought….that is, until she showed up in class the following day is an impossibly short, tight mini skirt and a flimsy, clingy blouse.



****



Dressed the way I was going to meet the professor was a deliberate choice and with a purpose. That day that I was handed my paper back, I saw some excitement lit up behind the professor’s eyes as he sat back to let me rant until I was out of breath. I was unsure if the enjoyment that I detected from the professor was because of my reaction, or something else. He shifted his position a few times in his chair as I stood there, so I hoped it was from something else.



On our next one-on-one meeting, I dressed up in a black mini-skirt that rode up my slim thighs as I sat down, with a see-through tight-fitting white blouse with a white camisole underneath. This is only to test a niggling suspicion that I had since the other day so I decided to forego all sort of underwear just on the off-chance that my instinct had been right and I have always trust my instinct.



Unfortunately this means that all through the day I was in commando mode, and since his class was in the middle of my daily schedule, I told the professor that I had to come back to see him after my last class. The professor only nodded and told me dismissively not to be late, since he also had a lot of grading to do for his other students. I figured in this case, he could probably spare thirty minutes, at most sixty minutes for me. I told him I won’t be late and hurried off to my next class.



Once my last lesson let out, I first headed to my car to drop off my things and took the previous assignment with me and headed to the professor’s office, which he happened to share with another tenured professor who was currently away. So we had the office to ourselves when I knocked on the door and opened it once I heard a muffled response to enter. I was hit with cold air as I entered the office the air-conditioning having been turned on full-blast. My nipples stiffened immediately from the cold and pushed against my camisole.



The professor was seated at his desk, busy grading the papers in front of him. His head was liberally peppered with grey as he studiously bent his head to read the work on the desk and did not look up to see who had entered his office. I closed the door quietly and cleared my throat. The professor looked up, his eyes lit up as his gaze travelled from my head to the hem of my mini-skirt. He told me to take a seat in front of his desk, and that he’ll only be a few more minutes. I took the only armchair in the room and sat with my legs parted almost too wide, but I demurely folded my hands on my lap with my assignment. I swallowed saliva with anticipation, biding my time when the professor would look up once he finished with the paperwork.



****



As I purposely ignored Soleil for several minutes, I smiled at myself inwardly, knowing that the cold air blasting into the office had to be getting uncomfortable, considering all the bare flesh that she had exposed. I fought to maintain my composure, and tried to act as indifferent and inconvenienced by her presence as possible, knowing full well that my libido was silently screaming from within. I had not considered a secondary benefit from turning up the air-conditioner, until I noticed her hard nipples straining against her thin blouse.



As I sat before her, pretending to be engrossed in my work, I pondered her motivation. Other students had tried to seduce me in my days, much to their ultimate disappointment. There was no way some young sex-crazed student was going to get me to give her a better grade simply by flashing some skin, and making suggestive gestures. But Soleil seemed different in some way. I wasn’t sure quite what she was up to, but I devised a rather clever plan.



Finally, I gathered up the test papers on my desk and placed them in my briefcase, and then I looked at her face to face for the first time. I hoped that my stern look properly hid my melting heart. I chose to refrain from commenting on her seductive appearance, and pretended not to notice. Luckily for me I was sitting behind my desk, so my awakening erection was hidden from her view. I motioned for her to take a seat next to mine, and offered to go over her paper with her. She slid her chair over and sat down closely beside me. I could easily inhale her intoxicating aroma, my guess: strawberry scent in her shampoo and perhaps a mist of perfume. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to maintain my charade of calmness for too long, so I explained that we would go over the simple grammar mistakes and typos first. We sat closer as we both read silently. I circled each error with a red pen. As we went through each page of her assignment, I could feel the electricity crackling between us. I wanted to rub my leg against hers, but I forced myself to act professionally.



I couldn’t remember the last time I sat so close to a beautiful young woman like Soleil, or any woman, for that matter. Having been long since widowed, and not much for the social scene, I seldom dated. My life consisted of teaching, and going home to an empty house. I might have a glass of wine while I graded test papers, and I could cook a fairly decent dinner. Beyond that, I would entertain myself by watching some internet porn before retiring for the night. Soleil had reawakened some emotions that I had not felt in quite some time.



We counted 24 mistakes that she was to consider. I looked her straight in the eye, and told her that for every mistake that she didn’t properly correct, she would receive one smack on her bottom. She looked at me with raised eyebrows, and I explained that she needed to know there were consequences to pay for any further lack of effort on her part. I reminded her that she was welcome to take her C graded paper and leave at any time. I struggled to calm my breathing and act nonchalant, as she made her decision. I told her I was going to go to the bathroom, and she had better be finished making the proper corrections upon my return.



I gave her almost ten full minutes to make a mere 24 changes. I could only speculate how she might react to my proposal. Those ten minutes felt more like ten hours. I strode purposely into the room to find Soleil sitting perfectly straight up in her chair, hands folded in her lap, with a barely detectable hint of amusement on her face. Her assignment was placed carefully on my desk in front of my chair. I sat down, and began to check it over. Page after page had been fixed, and I was just about to remark that she should have done the proper editing the first time around, when I turned to the last page: all of a sudden, instead of “says” she wrote “sez”…”does” now read “duz”, “isn’t” became “ain’t”, and so on…13 words were deliberately miscorrected. To top it off, at the end, she arbitrarily jotted down her own extra words: cock, pussy, tits, and ass.



I looked up, incredulous, to see Soleil with a big grin on her face, her eyes brightly lit. I couldn’t help but blush a deep red. I was speechless, as I tried to process this unexpected response. She called my bluff, of that there is no doubt. I realized she was beating me at my own game. I had no choice but to roll my chair back from my desk, turn towards her, and patted my hand on my lap. She hesitated at first, until I reminded her of our agreement: she was asking for 13 whacks for her “wrong” answers, as well as four more whacks for her added “bonus” words, 17 smacks total. Now, let’s see whose bluff was being called, I thought. My pulse raced as I tried to hold my lust in check.



I thought I might faint dead away when my dream girl quietly rose from her chair, walked towards me, and laid across my lap. Just when I was sure the situation couldn’t be any more erotic, Soleil reached back and flipped her tiny skirt up, presenting her luscious, firm ass to my wild eyes.



****



As I lay on my stomach atop Professor Mann’s lap, my hands almost touching the carpeted floor, my heart beat uncontrollably in my chest. I felt hot and cold at the same time, hot within my pussy, and cold from the air-conditioning in the room. Goose pimples appear on my skin with anticipation of what was to come. I’ve never been spanked in my entire life, and here I was, in a teacher’s private office, my skirt up over my ass getting ready to be punished for my mischief. I rubbed my thighs together with excitement and hoped that the professor did not noticed how turned on I had become by the thought of being smacked on my bottom.



Professor Mann’s hands stroked my bare buttocks lovingly at first, as if preparing my tender cheeks for what was about to be applied to it. Without warning, loud whacks made contact with my bare ass: once, twice, thrice in quick succession. I was made to count aloud the number of times he would apply the corporal punishment. I moaned out the numbers, at first with real pain, but by the eighth slap, my ass had become so hot that I could no longer feel pain, but pleasure began to build from his hand. By the twelfth smack, I dropped all pretence and ground my naked mound on Professor Mann’s lap, his khaki trousers stained with my juice. The 14th stroke came and I was panting with need, I spread my legs apart to better receive his slap against my pussy, but the professor ignored the invitation and continued his slap on my rounded, creamy derriere.



By now my ass was red to the touch and hot. Before applying the last three strokes of his hand, the professor shifted his position, and I could feel his cock pressed into my right arm. He was throbbing as he raised his hand to whack me for my naughtiness. My instincts had been right and I smiled with satisfaction, glad that Professor Mann could not see my evil grin.



As he reached the last stroke, the professor stopped and bent down to rub his cheek on my red ass, and lick my skin. I closed my eyes and sighed as I felt his tongue on me, his saliva salve to my sore and hot bum. I felt him move his tongue to the crack of my ass, but he went no further down between my ass cheeks. I could hear him taking a big whiff of the scent I was giving out from my pussy. I waited for the last smack to be administered and Professor Mann did not disappoint, it being the hardest out of all 17th strokes. I shuddered as I was about to orgasm, but I was not quite there. I should have written out more incorrect words on my papers!



I could feel the professor panting as the sound of the slap died away, his cock was even harder now than before if that was possible. I was also breathing heavily with lust as I contemplated my next move. I got up slowly from his lap, my face flushed as red as my ass, and instead of moving away, I gingerly sat astride his lap since my ass was burning up and quickly unbuckled his belt and undid his trousers to get at what had been stabbing my right arm for the duration of the spanking, which barely lasted more than 20 minutes. My hands busied with the buckle and fly, but I retained my eye contact with Professor Mann. He did not try to stop me.



His grey eyes clouded over as he looked down at my lewdly displayed pussy, my black mini-skirt well over my hips, my juice glisten between my thighs, and being in the cold room, it made me shiver from the exposure. My right hand reached into the opening of his pants and found my objective: throbbing and waiting. I sighed as I looked down and grasped his thick penis. My left hand held on to the backrest of his chair as I agonisingly slowly moved my right fist up and down along his shaft, his pre-cum had moistened the tip of his cock and I spread the clear fluid with my thumb on the tip of his manhood.



I looked into his handsome and lined face, and thought never in my wildest fantasies would I have ever considered Professor Mann as a subject of my desire, or any teachers for that matter. This was something entirely new to me. I wanted Professor Mann. I needed Professor Mann. I hoped he also needed and wanted me in the same way that I craved him.



Within a few minutes of my hand pumping his cock, the professor climaxed into my hand. His eyes closed and he moaned in ecstasy. His white hot cum shot into my enclosed fist as I pressed the palm of my right hand on the mushroom head of his cock so his semen does not shoot all over the place. His cock shuddered and one last spurt came between my fingers. I looked down, licked my lips and brought up my dirty hand and licked the professor’s cum off my fingers and palm.



I unhurriedly got up from his lap, pulled down my black mini-skirt over my ass, grabbed my papers from his desk, and walked out of the professor’s office without looking back. I left the professor sitting in his chair, his cock winding down to its soft state, as I returned to my car and drove home with a satisfied smile on my face.



****



Several days had passed since I allowed my brazen student to seduce me. I was still shocked by her boldness, and I felt weak for offering no resistance. Did I enjoy her deliberate advances? Of course I did. But now I relinquished the upper hand in our battle of wills, all because of my own lustful desires. I had to regain control of the situation or risk being rendered powerless or worse yet, being blackmailed.



As class let out, I summoned Soleil to my desk. Without any mention of our last encounter, I told her that I had some free time after classes were over, and I would be happy to continue our analysis of her assignment. She did not meet my gaze, but looked down at the floor as she nodded in agreement. She would meet me once again in my office.



I sat at my desk and pondered our actions to this point, and tried to devise some sort of strategy whereby I could regain the upper hand. There was no denying what had already taken place. It was a matter of reinstating my authority. My thoughts were interrupted by a tapping at my office door. Rather than just announce that the door was open, I jumped up and opened it myself. In walked Soleil, as if she were walking on clouds. She was fresh and smiling and light on her feet. She glided past me, placed her paper on my desk, and took her seat. This time, she wore a long sleeveless dress, low cut and form fitting…subtle, but sexy nonetheless. I imagined what she might or might not be wearing underneath.

I was at a loss for words, so I proceeded to skim through her assignment. Much to my surprise, it appeared that she had actually rewritten it, and it was obvious that she had expended the proper amount of time and effort to make it a truly excellent paper, as I had expected the first time out. I commended her for her diligence, promised to give it a thorough read that night, and change her grade accordingly. As I stood up to dismiss her, she quickly reacted, almost lunged from her seat, and pushed me back into my chair. Her grin was mischievous, and I struggled to interpret it. As she leaned against my desk, she reached behind and grabbed her paper off the desk. Her naughty smile remained on her face, as she flipped to the last page, and presented it to me. At the end, these words appeared: “Eat, suck, finger, fuck, slut, whore, and dildo, ass, cum, piss, swallow, and slap.”



After seeing my jaw drop to the floor, she turned around, leaned over my desk, and slowly began to pull her dress up, revealing her bare legs, until she gathered the dress material around her waist. Not surprisingly, she wore no panties. She wiggled her ass for my pleasure, and whispered that she committed 12 violations, and needed to be taught a lesson. I was dumbfounded, paralysed, taken aback, and frozen by instantaneous lust. She wiggled invitingly again; I came to and stood up behind her, and immediately delivered the first blow to her waiting bottom. Oh my heavens, it felt so good to land my hand on her perfect ass, and cause her to squirm in pleasure/pain. SMACK! I gave her number two, only this time I let my hand remain, and slowly I ran my fingers down beneath her legs, brushing my fingertips along her damp sex. She wriggled approvingly, as I reminded her that she had to count out loud. When she responded “Yes Sir”, I knew I was in charge once again.



“WHACK”! Hard on her exposed ass that was quickly turning a hot pink in colour. “Three”! She responded. This time, I was emboldened enough to deliberately run my index finger up and down between her moist labia, causing her to moan and wiggle her butt back and forth. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! In succession made her all but shout: “Four, Five, and SIX”! As I pushed my finger into her sopping wet pussy. Oh my, I thought I would blow right then and there. I worked my finger vigorously in and out of her hot cunt, almost forgetting my mission: SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! My hand met her now tender ass with more force and frenzy: “OH! Seven, eight, and nine!” she responded. By now, I was a wild man, with my prey ready to succumb. I drove two fingers deep into her waiting love canal, and I was no gentleman at this point, only a raving sex maniac, intent on subduing my conquest. Feeling her body writhe and squirm under my touch further emboldened me.



SPANK! SPANK! SPANK! I gave her my best shots, so to speak. “TEN! ELEVEN! TWELVE!” she yelled. By now, I was standing close behind her, my one arm wrapped around her waist, holding her steady, as I finger fucked her wanton pussy with no thought of her comfort. I would teach this young vixen what it meant to be the one in control, even as I felt myself going out of control…



I released her and flipped her around. We stood face to face, our eyes burned each other. I grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her close to me. I kissed her square on the mouth with a passion I hadn’t felt in years. To my most heartfelt relief, she kissed me right back. I was in heaven. I didn’t know how else to tell her how I felt, as I pushed her down onto my desk. Exhausted with excitement, I plopped down in my chair and rolled it forward. I pushed her legs back, and she instinctively enveloped them in her arms, exposing her smooth mound to my lustful eyes. I leaned forward without hesitation, and licked her slick sex with abandon. It seemed to take only a few tongue laps before she was writhing and bucking under my mouth. I didn’t let up, and I pushed her legs back even further, so I could gain access to her forbidden entrance. I slid down and flicked her anus with my tongue, and I thought she might fly off the desk. I held her firm, and lightly twirled my tongue around her brown pucker, delighting in her response. When I forced my stiff tongue deep into her taboo passage, I knew she could hold back no longer. Her body shuddered and shook as she exploded in orgasm. I kept tongue fucking her ass, while rubbing her clit with my thumb, until she begged me to stop.



It was only then that I happened to glance down at the floor next to my desk. Apparently, in our excitement, neither of us had noticed that her purse had fallen off my desk. Two dildos had rolled out onto the floor: a thin pink rubber one with ridges, and a very thick black one.



****



My ass cheeks burned, but once Professor Mann’s mouth was attached to my pussy everything faded except for the slimy tongue that played with my clit and rimmed my brown pucker. Just like what I did with his penis several days ago, I came within minutes! My pussy and ass shuddered as my orgasm spread from my vagina and ass, my whole body contracted from my climax and I let go of my legs as I stretch from the power of my orgasm. My moans were loud in the room, and I sure hope no one heard it from outside his office, but I no longer cared. All I cared about was the mouth that was giving me so much pleasure!



Then something smooth nudged between my asshole and popped gently inside. I opened my eyes, raised my head from the table, and saw Professor Mann’s lecherous face glistened with my juice, I knew then he had found what I had brought with me to his office. He worked the thin dildo in and out of my ass, watched as my sphincter milked the fake cock and licked his lips as he watched my orifice stretched and moved along the length of the pink dildo. But I wanted his mouth back on my pussy, so I reached down to grip his head and pressed his face back onto my hot clit between my labia, my creamy thighs locked his head at the apex. I let my head fall back onto the desk.



I whined my pleasure as I felt his tongue worked my little engorged clit yet again. I pressed up from his desk to almost smother him into my sopping cunt as he worked the small dildo faster and faster. I was about to orgasm again, but I suppressed it for a few minutes and begged the professor to fuck me with this cock. I no longer wanted a proxy cock I needed the real thing that was waiting for me inside his black trousers. I pushed his handsome face a way from my pussy, and pulled out the pink dildo from my ass, dropped it on the floor as I quickly stood up. I pulled my dress over my head and stood proudly in front of the professor.



My tits were pert and well-proportioned inside my white lace bra. Tipped with dark areolas thanks to my Thai heritage, my breasts were smallish, but I love them. I have sensitive nipples that stiffened with the slightest stimulation; both nipples were hard and pushed through the thin lacy bra, the dark colours visible. I saw Professor Mann licked his lips as he reached up from his seat to pull me between his legs and unclasped the hooks to free my twin globes; my bra fell to the floor. My breath quickened as I felt his hot breath on my skin. I closed my eyes and sighed when I felt his mouth enclosed on one nipple as he palmed my other breast.



His skilled tongue was magical, the way it twirled my stiff bud inside his mouth, his lips pressed down and his teeth grazed on me. He sucked my nipple, then moved to the other side and repeated the same action on it. I begged him to bite down on my nipple as my hands messily stroked his grey hair. He tenderly complied, but I demanded him to bite down harder, but still he hesitated until I looked down into his face and whispered the word ‘please’.



****



As much as I enjoyed our two brief spanking sessions, I am not one for getting off by inflicting real pain on someone. So, Soleil’s request for me to bite her nipples hard was a bit unnerving. I hesitated at first, but I aim to please, if nothing else, so I acquiesced. Her response was telling. It appeared that she was quite in favour of the sharp sensation she received from my teeth bearing down on her tender flesh. While she moaned in ecstasy, it gave me some ideas for the future.



When she told me in no uncertain terms that she wanted the real thing, I took her admission and used it to my advantage. I turned her around to lean against my desk, legs spread and her ass faced me. I pulled my engorged penis from my trousers, and slipped it between her legs, slowly rubbing it against her dampness. It felt so good teasing her, as I held her hips tightly. She squirmed under me in anticipation of getting penetrated any second. But, I didn’t give her the satisfaction that she yearned for. I just kept gliding my cock back and forth, rubbing against her eager clit and wet lips. I could feel her impatience, as she thrust her ass back toward me, silently demanding that I satisfy her needs.



I was in complete control of the situation, and I was determined to show this hot young lady who was boss. I increased her desire by kneading her firm ass cheeks between my fingers, all the while teasing her with my erect cock. Finally, I bent over her body and whispered in her ear that perhaps we could continue our tryst after I cooked us a nice dinner.



To my surprise, she banged both of her fists down on my desk several times, as she shook her head back and forth. “No, RIGHT NOW! FUCK ME NOW!” she blurted out. Well, I am not a selfish man, and I always try to accommodate all reasonable requests. Besides, by now I was on the verge of exploding, so I immediately plunged my stinger into her love trap. Oh, the feeling was exquisite.



Despite the amount of time that had elapsed since my last coital experience, apparently I didn’t forget the proper protocol. I held on to her hips and proceeded to ram my cock into her rather forcefully and with authority…hard enough so that her butt lifted up and she was on her tiptoes with every thrust. Deeper and harder I fucked that young girl, and I delighted in watching my desk inch forward across the floor every time I slammed into her tight Thai pussy. I heard no protests, only satisfied groans coming from Soleil’s lips. Finally, I could hold back no longer, and I filled her sweet love tunnel with my hot jizz. I don’t remember ever cumming so hard and so much.



Exhausted, I leaned over her bent body, and wrapped my arms around her until we both recovered our normal breathing. When we stood upright, she turned towards me, pulled my head down and kissed me passionately on the lips. She looked me in the eyes and told me that dinner sounded great. ‘Tonight, then?’ Yes, she responded immediately, grinning from ear to ear.



As she dressed, I picked up her toys and placed them on my desk, as any gentleman would do. ‘These are yours, I believe.’ She blushed, and put them back in her purse. I gave her my card, and told her dinner would be at eight. She turned and left without further comment.



****



With Professor Mann’s semen running down my inner thighs, I hurriedly got into my car, drove home, cleaned myself up and went through my wardrobe for a perfect dress, but nothing was suitable. In the end, I decided to forego any clothes and just wore a thin Burberry trench coat with deep red see-through lingerie underneath, and matching panties. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled as my hands played with my tits and pinched my nipples. I looked at my queen bed behind me in the mirror, then at my watch. It was tempting to play with my pussy and thought of Professor Mann but I thought the better of it since I will have the real thing when I get to his place anyway.



With my black stiletto heels, I jumped in my car and made my way to the professor’s address. I rang the doorbell and was admitted promptly by Professor Mann. I stepped into the hallway, and the aroma of food enveloped my senses, whatever he cooked it was making me hungry. But the professor said that he was not quite done yet, and indicated for me to make myself comfortable in his living room. He asked if he could take my coat, I licked my lips seductively and slowly shrugged off my coat.



I almost cracked up laughing at the look on the professor’s face when he saw what I was wearing under the thin coat, but I maintained my poker-face with a seductive smile. His jaw hung open in disbelief, he swallowed his saliva with an audible gulp, and I’m willing to bet that his cock instantly hardened inside his trousers. I handed my coat to the professor’s limp hand, and sashayed to sit down on his creamy three-seater couch, where soft jazz could be heard playing on the stereo system.



I’ll show him who’s in charge, I thought to myself. I heard his faltering footsteps as he headed to the kitchen after he hung my coat inside the hall closet and quietly followed him to the bright and cheerful kitchen. As I walked through the connecting curved-doorway, I saw the professor stirring some pots on the stove. I tip-toed to where he stood and felt him jumped slightly as I pressed my virtually naked body against him as I reached under his arm to turn off the stove (I’m a safety conscious girl). Dinner, it turns out, can wait. I was hungry for something else other than food.



I pulled the professor away from his labour, and led him by the hand to the living room, back to where I sat a few minutes ago. I said softly to Professor Mann to sit down. I knelt between his knees, undid his trousers and sure enough, out sprang his throbbing member. I pulled his trousers off, undid his crisp white shirt and threw it over the back of the couch, and in minutes he was naked before me. My nectar was slowly soaking through my panties, but I ignored my needs.



The professor’s breathing increased rapidly during my undressing of him. My lingerie was no barrier to his hot gaze and I felt the heat of his eyes roaming down my body. I began to kiss and caressed his skin with my lips: from his slightly parted lips, to his neck, down his hairy chest, sucked at his nipples one by one, down his flat stomach to his groin. But I did not suck his penis. I kissed his muscular thighs, trailed my tongue along the inside, and flicked at his balls gently with my tongue. But I did not lick his cock. It reared before my half-closed eyes, but I ignored the engorged shaft.



He ran his hands through my hair and tried to force my mouth to his cock, but I pulled away from his grasp and climbed on to his lap. His breath caught his throat as he felt how hot my pussy was as it came into contact with his cock through the gusset of my panties. I rubbed my panties along his throbbing manhood and watch his face as he closed his eyes in bliss. He whispered softly that it had been so long between women for him that I felt like heaven on his lap. I finally took pity on Professor Mann and kissed him passionately, my tongue stole inside his mouth as I coaxed his into mine. I moaned as I tasted him. I hugged his neck tight and our kiss deepened as the professor hugged my waist. God, he tasted so good.



I reached down with one hand and moved my panties aside so that I could feel his cock rubbing my naked clit as I ground myself on his penis. He groaned as he felt my juice coating his rod, the mushroom head of his cock stimulated my clit as I moved my hips in a backward and forward motion. The professor mumbled something incoherent then all of a sudden I heard a ripping sound and my expensive lingerie came away from my body in shreds, clutched in Professor Mann’s hands in two diaphanous strips.



I leaned away from him and told him in mock-serious tone that he had better replace them as I looked at his hands. I then continued my movement, teasing his hardened cock as I grazed my pussy along his shaft, liberally coating his cock as my honeyed nectar leaked from my vagina. Professor Mann groaned at the sensation of my pussy along his cock, he threw the gossamer material over his shoulders then gripped my hips so tightly that the next morning bruises appear on my delicate skin.



I leaned forward, licked his earlobe and whispered who was teasing whom…



****



So, we were going to continue to play the teasing game, were we? It happened to be one of my favourite games. I calmly suggested that perhaps we should spice things up a bit. Soleil was eager to agree, and she squirmed a little in anticipation. I stood up and took her hand in mine, helping to her feet. I admired her slim, athletic body as she steadied herself on her impossibly tall fuck-me heels. There is something so very erotic in observing a perfectly formed body, naked save for her black stilettoes. She giggled as I led her to the hall closet. I made her wait outside the closet as I ducked inside. She grinned when I returned with a black blindfold, and tied it snugly behind her head. I went back into the closet and produced a set of soft restraints, attaching them to her wrists and ankles. This seemed to amuse Soleil to no end.



I backed her into the door until she was leaning against it. I kissed her vulnerable mouth deeply, which came as a shock to her. I clipped her wrist restraints together, and passed a rope through the loop. I threw the rope over top of the door, raised her arms up high, and tied the rope off to the doorknob. I ran another rope around the bottom of the door, and secured her ankles in such a way that her legs were spread as far apart as possible. Then, I abruptly walked away to check on dinner in the kitchen. I was rather relieved to find the burners had been turned off, and decided dinner could surely wait. As I sauntered back in to the living room, I got a rush up the back of my spine. Soleil stood patiently, bound and blindfolded, and seemed to relish this phase of our teasing game. Without a word, I stood before her, admiring her spread-legged vulnerability. I lightly grazed her proud breasts with the back of my fingertips until her nipples stood up and stiffened. She swooned at my teasing touch, and her knees buckled slightly when I tweaked each of her hard nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.



I knelt down before her naked body and inspected her sex. Her mound was so shiny smooth, it almost didn’t look real. I could see that it was already glistening with wetness. I gently licked her clit, causing her to squirm around. I was in no hurry, and my tongue lingered, exploring her sweet tasting sex. I licked all around her opening, lightly sucking her soft labia into my mouth, causing her to murmur under her breath. She gasped out loud when my stiff tongue pierced her slit and darted in and out rapidly. Her body stiffened as I took her engorged clit into my mouth and slowly sucked on it. All too quickly, I stood back up and faced her without touching her. She groaned with disappointment, but said nothing.



I grinned to myself as I could sense her frustration. I began to plant light, tender kisses on her soft lips, her cheeks and her forehead. I buried my face in her silky hair, and I inhaled deeply. Her scent was so seductively sweet like cotton candy. I continued kissing her tenderly, down each side of her neck, and I nibbled at her ears, making sure she could hear my laboured breathing. She responded in kind, sighing deeply and tensing against her restraints. I ran my hands down her naked curves, stopping at her hips. I pressed my body against hers, and our lips locked in such a heated passion, I could hardly breathe. I allowed my hard shaft to rub against her eager pussy, as our tongues wrestled, each trying to dominate the other. She seemed to be close to orgasm, and I took her right to the brink, and then stopped again, and stepped back, releasing her. This seemed to annoy her to no end, and she emitted what I could only describe as a low growl of disapproval. She could not see my gloating smile, as I bent down and took each of her throbbing nipples into my mouth and sucked them, twirling my tongue around, and playfully nibbling, causing Soleil to swoon even more.

I found her protruding clit easily with my fingers, and lightly pinched it and flicked it until her body lurched and fought against her ropes. I slipped two fingers inside her wetness and wiggled them teasingly, until she was at her breaking point, which only took a few strokes. I backed away again, and almost lost my own control as I delighted in observing her excited, but denied, body writhing and bucking in anticipation.



I had one more trick up my sleeve before I would release her from her bondage. I walked over to her purse and was not surprised to see her big black dildo perched right on top….coincidence? I didn’t think so. Not wanting to disappoint, I brought it over to Soleil, and rubbed it on her lips. She grinned, and opened her mouth, knowing full well what I was up to. She licked the shaft provocatively, and began to suck it. This almost made me blow my wad, watching her go to town on her toy. I had to take it back before it was too late. Without further hesitation, I rubbed the thick head against her quivering pussy and slowly slid a few inches inside her. She gasped audibly. I pulled the fat dildo back, and then fed another couple of inches into her love canal, as I manipulated her clit with my other hand. Rather than pump her quicker and deeper, I continued with measured, deliberate strokes, and watched her body respond more intensely with each agonizingly slow penetration of the rubber cock.



As much as I wanted to substitute my spasming hard-on for her black toy, I fascinatedly watched her body lunged and lurched out of control, as she finally released all of her pent up climactic energy on this foreign intruder. I had never witnessed, nor caused, such a display of fireworks in the form of her most incredibly intense orgasm. Finally sated, her bound body sagged and she was barely able to stand. I released her from her restraints and blindfold, and helped her to the couch. She crumpled in a heap, drawing each breath deeply, as I hovered over her, grinning, and squeezing my erection in anticipation of what was to follow.



****



I panted from the orgasm I just had, I only wished it was the professor’s thick cock that had made me cum, but I know the night was just beginning. I loved the way the professor teased my body with his kisses, teased my pussy with his tongue, and the way he teased my sopping wet love tunnel with his fingers. I craved more, but this time, I want his penis lodged deep within my vagina. I needed the professor to lose total control within my shuddering pussy.



Still blind folded, I had no idea that the professor was massaging his hard-on, but I had a sense he was standing in front of me on the couch, my closed knees between his legs. I gingerly stroked the professor’s strong thighs with my hands then reached forward to run my cheeks up his thigh to reach his groin. Now I could feel his hand pumping his shaft back and forth, I pushed his fist away from his cock and replaced it with my own mouth. My lips stretched tightly on his girth as my hands pressed on his ass, I took him as deeply as I could without choking, and his helmet head nudged lightly at the back of my throat. I heard the professor sighed in ecstasy.



Professor Mann’s penis felt good on my tongue as I swirled, pressed and massaged his throbbing shaft. He trembled with every sensation my lips and tongue gave his cock. I used the back of my right hand to play with his swinging scrotum, the heaviness indicative of his baby-seed, waiting for my pussy. I sucked his manhood with a gentle increase of my pace, but not so fast as to make the professor climax. I wanted to take him into his bedroom for that so we could fuck like rabbits.



The professor took off my blind fold, and I blink from the brightness of the light. I looked up at Professor Mann and saw him smile tenderly, he reached to caressed my face as he watched me sucked his penis. He closed his eyes from bliss, and cradled my head with both of his hands, his hips pumped gently in and out between my lips. I relinquished his pulsating manhood from my lips my saliva dripped down to the floor, and glistened on his rod. I pushed back to stand from the couch, I grabbed his head to join my lips to his and our tongue danced passionately, we tasted each other. His hands roamed all over my back right down to my derriere and pressed my naked mound against his reared up cock. Panting heavily, I pushed away from his hungry lips to kick off my stiletto heels and said hoarsely to the professor to take me to his bedroom.



Taking my soft hand in his warm one, our fingers interlaced, Professor Mann led the way to the master bedroom up the stairs. It was situated at the front of the house, with floor to ceiling windows which was currently covered with sheer black curtains letting in the light from the outside. The bedroom room was dominated with a large king-size wood-frame bed, the mattress soft and inviting. I had a feeling the bed will get a good workout tonight. As I looked around the room, the professor turned on a floor lamp by the bedside, and I walked to the window to look out, my nakedness shadowed by the light behind me.



Professor Mann came to stand behind me and reached up to cup my breasts and pressed his body against mine. I closed my eyes as our bodies touched. I pushed my ass into his groin and felt his cock nestled between my ass-crack as I gyrated my hips in a circular motion. The professor groaned, he released one of my tits and reached down to play with my permanently hairless mound, stroked his way between my labia to find my engorged clit. I was in heaven within his arms his warm embrace enveloped me with love. I turned around and kissed him with vengeance as he pressed my body against the cold glass, my arms wrapped around his back to hold him tight. The professor then reached for the white opaque curtain to draw them closed, blocking out the view from the outside world.



I walked to his bed and crawled onto the mattress before lying on my back to beckon him with my arms wide open. He came to me with equal measure of lust and love showing on his face, his eyes blazed with fiery passion. I pushed him on to his back and straddled his waist, my body glided down to his hips until I felt his cock prodded my pussy. I reached between our bodies and impaled myself onto his cock with one long agonisingly slow downward push. We moaned in unison at the sensitivities of both our bodies: him from being within the tight confines of my pussy, and I from being filled by his meaty shaft. I sighed as I felt his mushroom head nudged the deepest part of my being, my pussy muscle squeezed and milked his rock hard rod and I felt the professor sucked air through gritted teeth. I pushed up from his chest and slowly rode him; my hips bounced up and down, my tits bounced with me.



I breathlessly begged him to suck and bite my nipples. The professor complied without delay and attached his lips to my stiffened buds, my eyes closed involuntarily. He bit down with enough pressure that ribbons of pleasure shot down to my clit, his tongue worked my nipples within his mouth. Our arms wrapped tightly around each other, my hands stroked his peppery grey hair, whilst his hands gripped my ass tight. I worked my cunt muscle around his hardened rod, my pussy contracted around him as his teeth chewed my nipples relentlessly. My orgasm was about to explode. I rode him harder and faster, my pussy slapped his groin, my nipples swollen and distended from his biting teeth.



I screamed with abandonment that I was coming as my orgasm explosively erupted from my G-spot. Shooting stars lit up the sky behind my eyelids as I trembled from the power of my climax, and Professor Mann soon joined me. His climax spilled his hot creamy baby-seeds into my waiting womb. I could feel his hot semen coated my inside and I pushed forward until he was once again prone on his back as my hips bucked his cock. Sweat poured down my back, my body heaved as I waited for my orgasm to ebb away. His cock throbbed within the confines of my tight canal as his jizz coated my pussy and leaked out the side.



I rested my flushed and sweaty face in the crook of his neck, whispered breathlessly and impulsively without thought, but with impassioned truth that I loved him…



****



I almost asked Soleil to repeat what she had said so softly into my ear, but I held my tongue. A whole range of emotions filled my head, and I could feel it beginning to spin, as tears welled up in my eyes. I held her head close to my neck, so as not to let her see them. It had been so long since a young lady, or any lady for that matter, declared their love for me. And an equal amount of time since I responded in kind. Now, here I was lying naked with a beautiful school girl a third my age, and she completely blew my mind with those three magical words.



On the other hand, I reasoned, it was probably just the sex talking, and she was simply caught up in the moment…that was certainly a much more plausible explanation. By comparison, Soleil was a mere child really, and I told myself not to read too much into her romantic utterance. Furthermore, she was probably already mentally kicking herself for blurting out such foolish things, and she was desperate to take her words back. So, that was it then, and I lightened up a bit, smiling to myself. She was probably just using her words as a teasing tactic, in keeping with our ongoing game with each other. I thought that later, I would allow her to take her words back: no harm, no foul. But for now, I decided to test the limits of her newly professed love for this old professor.



Without a word, I loosened my grip on her head, and she pulled back a bit and looked up at me, with a smile that shone through her eyes. Our lips met, and we devoured each other’s tongues. All hands grasped and groped frantically. I pulled her lithe body back on top of mine, and massaged her buttocks, while still maintaining our lip lock on each other. As our passion mounted quickly again, I began to spread her cheeks wide, and run my finger deliberately up and down, rubbing against her dark starfish with each light stroke. Rather than resist, she whimpered quietly in my ear, and wiggled her butt each time she felt my finger pass. I was not-so-subtly testing the waters, and I was encouraged with the preliminary results.



I pulled her body towards me, as I slid underneath her and down the bed at the same time, until her moist sex hovered invitingly over my face. I could feel Soleil’s eyes staring down at me, as I deeply inhaled her scent, and positioned her directly over my mouth. She jumped when my tongue made contact with her protruding clit. Her grip tightened on my hair, as I slowly explored her sweet love entrance with my tongue. I teased her with light strokes underneath her hood, and within the folds of her labia. I loved feeling her legs shudder, as they squeezed my head tightly. Finally, she could take it no more, and she began to grind her cunt into my overmatched mouth, pushing my head deeper into the mattress. As she rode my face harder and with a lusty abandon, I grabbed hold of her ass cheeks and squeezed them tightly in my hands, spreading them in rhythm with her gyrations.



She was plenty wet by now and I had no trouble sliding a finger into her forbidden passage. She lurched forward involuntarily, and it felt like my nose was broken, but this was no time for worrying about such trivia. A second finger joined the first, and she barely seemed to notice, except that she increased her tempo, grinding her wanton pussy harder into my mouth. I held my two fingers steady, buried to the hilt, and delighted in the knowledge that she was rocking back and forth wildly on them, fucking my face and my fingers simultaneously. I felt like I had a tiger by her proverbial tail, as she took off shamelessly, lurching and jerking while one hand rubbed her clit, and the other pinched her nipples, eyes closed, head thrown back. I didn’t dare stop her now, knowing that there was no turning back for her. She kept up her frenetic pace for several minutes, as I felt my fingers get buried into her rectum time and again. When her orgasm began, I had a front row seat to the action (if you will) and I felt my face get covered as her hot love juice squirted all over me. She gasped and cried out, as she rode me like she would a mechanical bull in a nightclub. She finally slowed, then stilled, and slumped over and slid down next to me, her amazing ride complete.



After embracing and kissing, and rubbing our perspiring bodies together, I gently rolled her over on her stomach, and knelt behind her open legs. I massaged her back and neck, and squeezed her shoulders gently with my fingers. She sighed blissfully, and her body was totally relaxed. My hands glided down to her thin waist, and then onto her smooth hips, and down her legs. She opened her legs wider, inviting me to explore further, which I did. I ran the backs of my fingers up the insides of her thighs, and ran them over her perfect ass. As before, she wiggled it in approval. I kneaded her ass cheeks, and splayed them open, getting a good look between her thighs. My aroused cock jumped with excitement, as I stared at her pucker, eager to mount the proper expedition of her hidden treasures. I leaned over her prone body and ran my tongue between her cheeks. She squirmed against the stiffness, as I circled her opening, and then plunged it deep into her ass. A soft moan told me that she was fine with that. I wondered how far I should press my luck, and I began to manipulate her clit and hot pussy with my fingers as I continued to rim and tongue fuck her now quivering bottom.



Emboldened, I sat up onto my knees, grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to her knees as well. Without hesitation, I inserted my index finger into her ass, gently but firmly. She emitted a loud keening sound, which I wasn’t sure how to interpret. I pulled my finger out slowly, but before I took it out altogether, Soleil pushed back until it was deeply embedded again. And then, she wiggled her butt for me. So, I had my answer. I added my middle finger to her willing rectum, and we worked in unison: I thrust my two fingers in, and she pushed back against them, until she worked herself into a new frenzy. My other two fingers found her excited pussy as well, and now all four of my fingers were working together. When she reached back and spread her cheeks wide for me, I knew she loved the double finger fucking that I administered.



I doubted I was going to be able to last much longer. I pulled my fingers out, and offered them to Soleil, who licked each one clean, a mischievous twinkle in her eye. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to push all four fingers into her juicy mouth at once, although not for very long, as I didn’t want her to gag on them. Plus, I had other things in mind. I grabbed her by the hip with one hand, and glided my throbbing member along her aroused pussy with my other hand. Impatience took over, and she grabbed my shaft and unceremoniously plunged it into her heaving cunt, like she was a bitch in heat. This wasn’t my original intention, but being inside her tight young love canal was exquisite. I couldn’t help but stroke back and forth a few times while I was visiting. When I pushed my thumb into her ass, I thought she was going to fly off the bed. She shrieked out loud, and quickened her pace, shoving back towards me, slapping her sweaty thighs against mine.



Her back entrance was so hot surrounding my thumb; I knew where I wanted to go next. I pulled out, and sat on my haunches, rubbing her buttocks, as she put her knees closer together, her ass pointing toward the ceiling. I stood up behind her, and straddled her hips. Without a spoken word between us, we acted as one. Soleil spread her cheeks for me, her head on the pillow. My well-lubricated erection hovered over her forbidden opening, and I pressed the head against it. A quick wiggle on her part, and it penetrated her, disappearing into the abyss. I heard her exhale deeply, but she didn’t protest. I knew to go slow, and I gradually eased more of my shaft into her, inch by inch. She inhaled loudly as I slowly pulled back, and then her breath would whoosh back out of her lungs each time I plunged in deeper.



Within a few minutes, I was holding onto her hips and bending my knees, giving her more and more with each stroke. We moved together in perfect rhythm, as she ultimately accepted my entire offering, and my pelvis smacked repeatedly against her soft ass cheeks. As my balls slapped against her damp pussy, I could feel Soleil’s hand between her legs, punishing her clit with her fingers. I drove my jackhammer tool into her over and over, until I was blinded by mental flashes of light and sparks flying in spinning head, as I pumped her tight ass with spurt after spurt of thick cum. The incredible journey had come to an end, but I refused to acknowledge it. Instead, I slumped onto her back, and she slowly slid her legs flat, being careful to maintain our intimate connection.



We lay that way for a long time, neither of us showing any inclination to do otherwise. It allowed me to reflect on all that had transpired so far. Not long ago, Soleil was just another co-ed in one of my classes…I’d seen thousands like her come and go over the years. Granted, she was of exceptional beauty as well as intelligence. That combination had always appealed to me. But Soleil had other immeasurable qualities that were difficult to quantify. She was joyful and sassy, tender and sensitive, strong and independent: she was the whole package, I thought. And here she was now only a matter of days later, lying under me, cooing softly and contentedly. Surely, this wouldn’t… couldn’t… shouldn’t last, I thought. Too many things to overcome: can you imagine her taking me home to meet her parents, who were younger than my two grown children? Then there was the small matter of her being my student, which was strictly forbidden by school policy, although it happened all the time. Finally, I reasoned, was the fact that Soleil had just begun to live her life, and she didn’t need some old has-been dragging her down or restricting her in any way.



So, it was settled then: I would tell her exactly what I had decided. Of course, I am considerate enough to remain silent for now… enjoy the headiness in the air for just this once… I certainly didn’t want to disturb her reverie. That would be cruel and selfish. But, one thing was clear and obvious, and it was true no matter what else would become of us. I put my lips close to her ear and emitted a sigh of peace and contentment, and softly whispered: “I love you too, Soleil.”



****



My eyes flew open as my heart lurched and skipped a beat in my chest, my breath caught in my lungs when I heard Professor Mann utter those words. I did not believe what I had heard so I turned my body, and Professor Mann’s cock slipped out of my sated anus with a plop. I swallowed saliva with difficulty, looked into his handsome face and stroked his cheek with my shaking hand, brushed his sweat-matted grey hair away from his forehead. My finger ran along his lips before he sucked it into his mouth. I sighed with contentment and pulled him into me for our first lover’s kiss, the kiss that contained love, not only lust. Our legs intertwined as our lips busied with each other’s, tongues tangoed and danced. Professor Mann tasted like heaven in my mouth.



All of a sudden, my stomach growled in protest. I stopped kissing the professor, his tongue lodged deep inside my mouth. I started to giggle as I pulled my lips away from him, and said softly that it might be time for a very late supper. But the professor pulled me back into his embrace and kissed me long and deeply, my breasts crushed against his hairy chest, and all thoughts of food evaporated into thin air. Then a loud smack landed on my bare bum. I squealed more in surprise than pain and pushed away from his chest with mock outrage. The professor had a cheeky grin on his face and with a nod, practically pushed me off the bed and followed suit.

I am crazy for you, and you know it. We “met” online, intending to become friends with shared interests. Instead, you ignited a spark within me that consumes me. I’m not quite sure how it happened, though I remember right away feeling like I could share anything with you. I remember the moment I realized I had your phone number, after my phone linked you through Facebook. The internal battle of whether or not I should contact you. Of course, I couldn’t stay away. You drew me like a magnet. I sent the first text, and you responded. Every text brought us closer together.



In many ways, we are not well suited. People would never imagine us having anything in common, or any reason to be together. The age difference alone makes it hard for some to understand. What we share isn’t something that can be seen by others. We have the same wants, the same needs. A primal lust that rips through us, and makes us into something else. Something most people don’t understand or can’t handle. We want love and romance, but we also want intimacy in its raw, primal state. We want to explore sexuality to its fullest and test our limits with each other as well as others. I can’t wait to finally meet you and run my fingers through that curly hair I love so much. I need to feel you, to taste you, to breathe you into me.



My whole body is on fire, anxious and aroused, as I’m making my way to you. The drive is just over an hour, but it feels like forever as the minutes tick by slowly. I have managed to get away for the weekend to have a movie marathon and play Kinect with a “friend”. Of course, you are my friend so it’s technically true. Every song that’s on the radio is making me think of you. I’m already wishing you lived closer so it would be easier for us to get together. Finally, I pull up to your apartment building and take a moment to let it all soak in. I’m really here. I’m finally going to meet the man that makes my blood boil. I only hope you want me as badly as I want you. There’s only one way to find out. I grab my bags for the weekend and start my journey towards your apartment. One last time, I check the address and I knock.



You are smiling as you open the door and invite me in. I set my bags down. I take your hands in mine and pull you towards me, leaning my head into your chest. I want to feel you close to me more than anything.



“I’ve been waiting so long for this,” I murmur into your shoulder.



“Yes, me too,” you whisper.



We stand there enjoying the closeness a few moments. Feeling our hearts beating against each other and the warmth of our bodies pressed together. I pull back a little and look up at you. Those lips I have wanted to kiss for so long are finally in my range. I reach up to run my fingers through your hair and I pull you down to me. Our lips finally meet, and already my tongue is ready to explore and taste every bit of you. I moan and gently bite down on your lip and give it a tug as a giggle escapes me.



“I see someone is feeling frisky today,” you say with a huge grin.



“You make me feel much more than frisky, baby,” I whimper, “You make me absolutely naughty.”



“Naughty?” you ask.



“Oh yes, very naughty,” I reply, “I’ve been a very bad girl.”



“You know that bad girls need to be punished, don’t you?” you respond, “maybe a good spanking will teach you a lesson.”



Already, my panties are sopping from the anticipation of our meeting and our playful banter. I nod my head, unable to speak. You lead me into the living room and gently push me on all fours in front of the futon. Sitting down, you flip up my skirt, revealing my lacy black thong. I gasp as the cooler air hits my ass.



“Oh my, wearing panties like these on a first date is very naughty,” you say, “and look at how wet they are, completely soaked!”



Your hands are on my ass, squeezing, rubbing. I can’t wait. I rock my ass back and forth against your hands, silently pleading for you to begin. I see you raise your hand out of the corner of my eye. As your hand connects with my ass I can’t help but moan. I look back at you, my eyes dripping with lust now. You smile back at me and chuckle. Every time your hand connects I get hotter and my pussy is wetter than it’s ever been. You start to rub my ass and spread the cheeks apart to get a good look at my dripping pussy. Your hand slides over my wetness and up my crack, spreading my juices and allowing lubrication for you to explore my tiny puckered back door. I squirm a bit, realizing what you are about to do as your finger slowly circles around my tight rim. Slowly, you ease your finger into me, moving in small circles to help stretch my opening. You tell me that you have a present for me as I feel a smooth, cool object sliding against my wetness. I feel it pressing against my opening and know right away it’s an anal plug. I smile and thank you as you slide it into me fully, causing me to moan.



“I knew a naughty girl like you would want one of these, you’d better not let it fall out,” you smile as you slide it in and out of me a few times before letting it settle in place. “Now it’s your turn to do something for me.”



“Anything,” I whisper, “anything for you.”



You turn me around, facing you. I can see your hard cock straining against your pants, waiting to be let free. You stand up, allowing me access to undo your pants and get them off of you. I can’t wait as I’m sliding them and your boxers down towards the floor. Quickly, I’m back up and ready for my first taste of that beautiful cock of yours. I stroke the length of you as I start by licking and sucking on your fat mushroom head. I love the way my tongue feels along the curves and pressing against your opening as I get my first taste of precum. I moan onto your cock and wrap my lips fully around you, sliding more of you into my mouth. As I’m bobbing back and forth on your cock, I run my tongue along you, alternating pressure and suction. Still stroking you, I use my other hand to massage your perineum and caress your balls.



I look up at you and smile, “I know you’re going to like this baby.”



I bring my hand down to my sopping pussy and gather some of my juices for you. Bringing my hand back up, I slide my wetness along your crack and around your tight hole. Slowly, I work a finger into you while I’m sucking and pumping on your amazing cock. I feel around inside you until I find what I’m looking for, and I begin to massage your prostate from the inside. I can tell you are going to explode soon at this new onslaught to your senses. Your balls are feeling heavy and your cock is growing inside my mouth.



“Don’t hold back baby, I want it all,” I moan as my mouth resumes its place on your cock.



You wrap your fingers in my hair and pull me towards you and start to fuck my face. Both hands free now, I massage your prostate and perineum at the same time, giving you the full experience. You can’t hold back any longer as your hot cum explodes into me. I struggle to catch every drop even as it’s dripping out the corners of my mouth. I swallow it all with a big smile.



“You are a good little cock whore,” you say to me with a huge grin, “you need to come over more often.”



“Oh, yes baby,” I moan. “I hope taste you often.”



“You will,” you reply, “I have a lot more planned for us today. Now it’s my turn to taste you.”



You pull me from my knees and walk with me to your bedroom. As I lay back onto your bed you start kissing me. Your tongue teasing and caressing mine, I give your lip a nibble and tug it towards me. You pull back and start kissing down my neck and I start to squirm and giggle. I am very ticklish and my neck is a huge hot spot, so it’s like a double assault and you know it. You chuckle and tease me more until I’m writhing beneath you and trying to push you off. The rest of my clothes are off and on the floor in seconds. Your hands slide down grasping my tits as your head tilts down and you start to suckle and nibble on a sensitive bud causing me to moan and try to escape.



“Oh, no you don’t,” you smile, “I thought this might happen.”



This is when I notice the shackles already affixed to your bedposts. You pull one of my arms up and wrap my wrist into the padded leather restraint, making sure it fits snugly and then you do the same with the other. I can see the fire in your eyes as you dip your head back down toward my breasts. Your hands are cupping them while you alternate back and forth between them, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Your right hand moves down to my pussy and you rub me in long hard strokes. I start arching my hips towards you and I’m so close to cumming already. You stop, and I sigh in frustration.



“Not yet, baby,” you whisper, “I haven’t tasted you yet.”



You move lower and I feel your wide tongue lick all the way up my wet slit as I shudder. You start teasing my clit fast and hard with your tongue and then slide it inside me to tongue fuck me.



“You taste so good,” you moan into me as you insert a finger into my sopping wet pussy.



You nibble and tease my clit as you start to finger fuck me. I am ready to explode!



“FUCK ME!!!” I scream, “Please, please, please fuck me! I need you inside me!”



Slowly, you pull your fingers out of me and lick them clean, making me wait in agony. Then you smile at me and I can feel your cock head pushing at my entrance. You tease me, going in a tiny bit and back out again, over and over. I am about to scream in frustration when you sink your cock into me balls deep in just one thrust. I can feel every nerve in my body on fire now as I scream your name in ecstasy. You rail into me harder and harder until I’m cumming so hard I’m shaking. You undo my shackles and flip me over. As your cock enters me from behind, you pull my hair, holding my head back as leverage to your onslaught. Now that I’m in position, you start pumping my plug in and out of my ass as your cock is pummeling my pussy. It feels so good and I’m screaming your name over and over.



“You like having both holes filled, don’t you, you dirty whore?” you practically growl at me as you smack my ass.



“Oh, yes baby,” I moan. “I love it. I’m your dirty little whore.”



Suddenly you are pulling the plug out of my ass and your cock is pushing its way inside me. You grab my hips and sink yourself all the way into my tight ass. You start pumping me and I love how dirty it feels to be fucked in my ass, especially by you.



“Fuck my ass baby,” I whimper. “Fill me with your hot cum! I want to feel it dripping down my crack and onto my thighs.”



“As you wish,” is your reply as you start to fuck my ass harder and faster.



Your hands are now using my tits for leverage and you are teasing my nipples as you plow into me. When I’m sure I can’t handle any more, your hot cum explodes inside of me and I’m cumming harder than I thought I could. We collapse together on the bed, you still on top of me. We are hot and sweaty and reek of sex. Your cum is seeping out of me, making a beautiful mess. The best part is that we still have the whole weekend ahead of us. I could really get used to this.

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