===================================================================================================== ===================================================================================================== <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<|FSA'S COLLECTION OF TEACHER-STUDENT SCRIPTS AND STORIES |>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> ===================================================================================================== ===================================================================================================== Student Sub (1 part) Line 73 She explains why she took this lecture:the teacher After School(2 parts) Line 79 He makes her come to his place after school and do things for him, but he never touches her... She Visits Mr. Whiteman by VK (3 parts) Line 94 A grateful former student tries to comfort her sad teacher at his home. Mr, Whiteman’s Adventures (2 parts) Line 114 She's been waiting for him at his vacation cabin She's Hot for Teacher (2 parts) Line 123 She's been watching him for weeks; now she'll have him. Birthday Genie by VK (3 parts) Line 133 A teacher's favorite student dresses up and surprises him on his birthday. After School Longing (2 parts) Line 156 She talks about her fantasy about her teacher while shlicking. Hypnotized (The 1st Time) By VK (Medium) Line 172 High School cheerleader asks her favorite teacher to hypnotize her. Creative Writing Exercise #3 By VK (3 parts) Line 224 Melissa lives through her writing. Touch By VK(Very Long) Line 247 A high school graduate fulfills a fantasy she's had for years Night Class Nookie 1 By VK (Long) Line 405 Sexy lactating teenage mom has a specific fantasy she wants her teacher to satisfy. Little Schoolgirl Slut (2 parts) Line 486 She'll do anything to keep from losing her car. Anything, sir. A Classroom Fantasy (2 parts) Line 495 She's shlicking in class, but she's no ninja about it. Her teacher catches her making a mess and makes her pay Tease (4 parts) Line 504 She's a sweet shy girl, but she really wants this teacher. The Key to Her Obedience. (2 parts) Line 523 She explains why her teacher has it, but doesn't know what he'll do with it. Mr. L (2 parts) Line 549 Student reflects on her educational career and opportunities missed. Mid-Term Problem (1 part) Line 564 Student asks her professor for help on her mid-term grade. Stress Relief (Hypnotized Again) Line 576 Melissa has college angst and her teacher is the cure. Teacher Script Line 651 Sexual Grade-Grubbing Mr. C Catches Me Cheating The penalty for plagiarism is penile Line 721 "The Rite of Shiva" Poolside seduction of her former teacher on a hot summer day Study Fantasy She talks about what she wants to do with him "She Finally Makes Her Move on Her Teacher Crush" "Slave 4U" She has her first serious bondage experience with her teacher. =================================================================================================== Student Sub Alright, you caught me. There's a reason I took this class, and it isn't because I care about the subject. I've been squirming through every lecture. I'm glad you don't take up our notes or you would have seen what I wrote about you, how I wanted to get a wrong answer on purpose and get bent over your desk and spanked in front of the whole class. Whenever you lean over to look at my work, I can feel you so close to me and it gets me absolutely wet. I want to just grab your dick and put it in my mouth right there, professor, right in front of everyone. I want you so bad, I can't stand it! Use my body, here, use it, touch my breasts, tear my clothes off! Please professor, I need you to fuck me right now, right here in your classroom, ride my pussy, grab my hair and throw me over your desk. I don't care if you cover me in cum and make me wear it the entire class while everyone points and laughs, I need you, I need to make you cum from fucking my body. =================================================================================================== ===================================================================================================== After School 1/2 I go over to his house every day after school, and I take off my clothes for him. It started off with him calling me cute, calling me pretty, and telling me how much he liked looking at me. And even though he's much older than I, I liked it, and when he wanted to see more of me, I let him. Sometimes I tease him flashing my tits, or lifting up my skirt to show him my panties, but usually I just take everything off and let him see whatever he wants. That's where I am right now. I'm naked standing in front of him as he looks at me. He makes me feel so beautiful the way he wants to see every part of me, the way he admires my body. He smiles, and tells me to sit on the edge of the couch. I know what he wants and open my legs wide right away. He's looking at my vagina. I'm kind of embarrassed, but I know how much he likes this. He tells me how pretty it is, how soft and pink I look. I blush. "What do you want to do to me," I ask him, teasing him because I love hearing about it, hearing what he would do with his fingers, with his tongue, if I let him. He never touches me, though. Never even tried. I've started wishing he would, but I'd better not let him know that. He takes out his cock and starts stroking himself. It was weird at first, but I like it now. I like that I can make him do that, and besides, I do it too. We both rub ourselves, and look at each other. I get embarrassed again, but not for long. Because soon, I'm too turned on to care, and he's talking to me, talking dirty. Telling me all the things he wants to do to me. All the things I've never done before, that he makes me want, and in my mind, they are all happening, really happening. ------------------------ After School 2/2 He's on top of me, inside me, fucking me just like he's describing. I can't let him know how much I want it. He tells me to get down on my hands and knees. It's an awkward position for touching myself, but I do it. "Keep talking," I tell him, and he does. Every dirty thing he is saying is getting played out in my mind – it's like it's real. He's fucking me from behind! He's spanking me! He wants to put it in my butt! Oh, fine! I can imagine that too! Because somehow, just somehow, I want everything he wants. I'm so close to Cumming now! He can tell, I know, because he starts telling me what I need to hear so that I can finish. He tells me that he can't take this teasing anymore, and this time he's really going to do it. He's gonna grab my arms, pull me down, and force himself into me. There's nothing I can do to stop him! But now, right now, I'm gonna get fucked just like I deserve, and with that, I finally come! "Good girl," he says, but really, he's the one who is good to me. ====================================================================================================== After School Nibble Here I am. You said you wanted to see me after class. I saw you giving me dirty looks across the room all day. Well, here I am and I am all yours. Do you want me to stroke you off for a bit? Oh wow! Your cock is much bigger than I thought it would be....mmm yeah! You like the feel of my hands running up and down your shaft? Mmmm..yeah! I love you rubbing my boobs with your hands. What, you're going to come already? Here, come on my face! yeah right in my mouth I love the taste of your come! Oh fuck! I'm so wet now! You're going to have to help me out with that, aren't you? Mmmm, yeah, throw me on the desk, push up my schoolgirl skirt, and pull down my pink panties--what, you're going to keep them? OK Yeah, your strong hands feel so good on my little cunny...Just touching me Your mouth feels so much better! Oh yes, use your fingers on me, stick them in me. This feels so good! What? Your schoolgirl slut made you hard again? Pump me with your hard cock, make your little student moan! Tear my shirt open, bush my bra up and suck on my titties! I'm going to be here every day after school from now on! ===================================================================================================== She Visits Mr. Whiteman 1/3 I know, right. It's weird to see me here at your house and all, but I really wanted to see you and now that school's done, this was the only way I could. No, nothing’s wrong. It's just that I wanted you to know that you're my favorite teacher. No, really! I've learned a lot from you and you've been a mentor, a friend, sometimes an ass-kicker when I needed it. You've always been there for me, when I needed cheering up, or when my folks were being such a pain or help with anything... Yeah, but it's more than just your job. I've just always--I've always felt that I meant something to you and I want you to know that you mean something to me. How would I know that? Well, there were just so many times that you looked at me and I knew that you really saw me. And you never talked down to me. You just treated me like a person, a woman. Okay, so it is kind of funny with the way I’m dressed to be saying that, but there’s a reason. See, you never seem to smile anymore since your divorce and I hate seeing you so sad. I want to cheer you up. I can see you like that idea don't you? How? Well, lets' start with a nice long kiss. Mmmmmmmmmmmm. . . I knew you would be a good kisser. Did you ever think about kissing me during class? You did?! I thought so. Well, I’m yours today and you get to do all the things you ever wanted to do with me. There’s a bit of a smile. You like the sexy school girl? She Visits Mr. Whiteman 2/3 Do you like my outfit? Do you like the tight white shirt, the patterned stockings, the little plaid dress, and the shiny leather shoes? Do you like my long hair in its ponytail? I got so wet today, thinking about dressing up for you Mr. Whitman. Mmm, that feels nice. You like my boobs? Please keep stroking and smoothing them like that. It feels so good. Oh, you’re unbuttoning me. You DO like everything about me, don’t you? I think you do, given what I can feel here. Whoa! Is that your cock? It’s so big! Yum! Hey! How did you do that with one hand? No, I guess I don’t need a bra not as much as I need your mouth on my nipples. I am so horny for you. That feels so good. What? You want your dirty schoolgirl on her knees, sucking your cock? Yes, sir! Do you know that you’re smiling again? I love being down here, looking up at you with your cock in my mouth. I love your eyes and the hunger I see in them. Am I doing this right? Good. Take it deep? I-I’ll try but you’re so big. Was that good? Not surprising, really. You always make me feel like I can do anything. What? You want me to stop? Oh, you want to see what’s under my clean white panties? Sure, put your hand right inside there. You like that don’t you. How smooth it is? I shaved it fresh just for yo-Oooh! Your finger surprised me! Oh, it feels. Oh, God, What are you doing it feels so Oh. Oooooohhhh. You want to taste me? Whoops! Now I’m on the couch and your head is under my skirt. Your mouth, your tongue-this is fucking magic! She Visits Mr. Whiteman 3/3 God, nobody’s ever got me to come like that! You might be right about that; the difference between men and boys. I taste myself kissing you. I guess you might as well get rid of the rest of my clothes. Yes. Please fuck me, Mr. W. It’s nice of you to ask, but I’m sure. I want your big cock deep inside me, I want to please you like you deserve to be pleased. Oh, oh my! Oh, it feels just fine, just right. I love being this close with you. satisfying you with my body, You’re fucking me so good, so good, oh I hope I please you, want to Shit, that was good! You’re going to? Oh, right in my pussy—I told you, I’m on the pill. God, fill me with your sweet cum! Oh, yeah, that’s it, that’s it Oh, that was fantastic, amazing, God-Tier sex! I don’t think I can move. I am definitely not going home tonight. In fact, you didn’t have any other plans for the weekend, did you? You didn’t? Can I stay here with you? I’ll do whatever you want the whole time. Oh, my. That is the smile I was looking for. ===================================================================================================== Mr. Whiteman's Adventures 1/2 Finally, you're here. I've been waiting every day for you around this time. I knew you'd show up eventually. I'm really horny. I want you so bad. What the fuck! Why don't you believe me? You think I have other guys I fuck around with? You're so silly. I only want you, Mr. W. I hope my wet pussy proves it to you. Look at it. Look at how wet you make me. I just shake imagining all the things that I want you want to try with me next. And seeing you pulling up to the cabin a few minutes ago got me so hot knowing that you couldn't wait to get back up here and fuck me too. So experienced, strong and rough with me, just how I like it. You know I'll beg for it. I just sit in class thinking over and over again how much I want your cock. Hoping that I'll accidentally slip and say it out loud. That would get you so hot and embarrased at the same time. Mr. Whiteman's Adventures 2/2 Oh, no. No, I havent told anyone about us. You're all mine. I don't even want my friends to have the pleasure of looking at you in class. Yes sir, I'll do whatever you tell me to, sir. I love spreading my legs and exposing myself to you.... Do you like that?.... That's all yours now.... Oh yes please sir, please....Fuck! Stop teasing me like that! I have to have it now! OhmyGod now!...Yeah! I can feel you. Just your head is there and I'm already getting your cock all sticky ...yeah...Yes, I did alll my homework while I was waiting for you. I want to be the best student ev---Oh God--Ohmigod! You're so deep! Yeah, I want you to fuck me so fucking hard right now.I don't want you to stop even if I beg you to.... You like fucking your student's tight little hole don't you?... yeah yeah Fuck your good little student!....Keep fucking me like that. Oh yeah Right there. Please do that again. I love it when you take it all out and put it in again.....Over and over... Again. Again.....Oh ================================================================================================= She's Hot for Teacher 1/2 I've been watching him for weeks. I know he likes my skirts because I catch him looking. Now I'm not going say I don't' absolutely love Friday afternoons in the boy's locker room, but there's something about him. He's and easy target I guess. Young, just started teaching. He's about my sister's age. Only about six years older than me. I walk up to his desk. He can't keep his eyes off of me. My top is tight with a low neckline. My skirt barely to the middle of my thighs. He's squirming a little. Waiting for me to ask a question. Hoping it will be about the stuff we covered in class today. Well, fuck that. Math is my best subject and I know my way around an integral. This is about him. I get very close to him. He tries to back away. But I see that huge rod in his pants. Yeah, I already knew it was there. I see it whenever I sit in the front row teasing him. Without a word I reach down and start rubbing his cock through his pants. She's Hot for Teacher 2/2 He knows what I want and he's going to give it to me. I pull his big fat cock out and see both fear and anticipation on his face as I begin sucking. Up and down, up and down. Listening as he tries to stifle himself. He goes off quick and I swallow it all, but he stays hard. He must've needed it. Then I roll a condom over his cock--of course I have condom I'm always prepared--bend over his desk, pull my tiny thong to the side and tell him to take me. His cock is a big load for me, but I am so wet it slides right in. One hand is on my hip, the other is up inside my shirt. Now I am the one trying to keep quiet. He's fucking me so good and I tell him. He goes slow for awhile and then speeds up, before taking it back to slow--all the way out, then all the way in. He's doing crazy things to my nipples as he pumps into me and I come. I can't keep from making some noise and that's when he comes. I pull my skirt back down, and smile at him. "Thank you, sir," I say and grab my books and hat for the bus stop. I could swear I heard him humming, "Don't stand so close to me," Well, with that cock, I'm going to stay close indeed. =================================================================================================== BIRTHDAY GENIE 1/3 I've darkened my hair to jet black with one of those non-permanent dyes and I'm wearing the harem girl costume that Mom didn't let me go out in last year until I put on a flesh-colored cat suit underneath. The costume itself is blue and spangled with little coins hanging from the bottom of the bra and around the waist of the transparent harem pants. I ‘m wearing jewelry on my arms, wrists, fingers, ankles, and feet. A thin silver chain hangs low on my waist below my ruby red belly ring. Underneath, I’m wearing a shiny gold thong. No cat suit tonight and a much thicker veil and I did my eyes like a goth chick cuz I'm hoping to trick you. I know its your birthday tonight and I'm at your house to be your birthday stripper. You answer the door and I can tell that you've been celebrating. You're a little drunk and you usher me in with a great flourish, laughing. "I am the Genie of the lamp" I tell you as I put the CD player down. "here to grant your birthday wishes tonight, my master." It's just possible that you don't recognize your favorite student. I bend down and press play. Then I try really hard to remember everything from that class I took in the eighth grade. You settle back in one of your kitchen chairs to watch. BIRTHDAY GENIE 2/3 I unwrap the blue silk cloth from around my hair and swing it around as I get warmed up. I drift off into the music and as I sway I seduce you with my eyes and my jeweled belly as I flex and flash it with my silks. I can tell you like it and that makes me dance better, flailing my arms around and making my jewelry jingle. vI like to come up close to you and thrust my pelvis and rotate my hips as you stare at my belly ring. My trailing silks go first. They undulate as they drift to the floor in a slow motion. I fold one side of the bra down and flash my hard nipple. I take a deep breath and unhook the bra. Holding my arms out in front of me I shimmy it down and then toss it to you. I continue to dance touching my nipples occasionally, teasing. Now your eyes are flashing from my eyes, to my tits, to my bellyring. I do a shimmy to get the transparent harem pants off and now I dance around you in just my jewelry, my thong and my veil. BIRTHDAY GENIE 3/3 I lie down on the floor in front of you and pull the golden thong down. I see you smile as you get a look at my freshly trimmed pussy. I’m so hot now, I wonder why I’m not burning. My veil comes off and before you can say anything I am kissing you. I taste the alcohol on your breath and I like it. You respond with real hunger, French kissing me deep and feeling my naked body all over. “What do you wish of me, master?” I ask. “Suck me off.” You say. You slide your shorts down and your erect cock pops to attention. I love the musty smell of your balls. I love to lick their hairiness and rub my face with your cock. I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, pushing against the back of my throat and going deeper. I love the way I can look up at you and see how much you love my hot little mouth. Your weight is on me and it feels good as you grind me into the floor. I’m just a slut, a stripper and you’re fucking me on the floor of your kitchen. The thought pushes me over the edge and I come. But you’re not done with me yet. You pick me up and take me into the living room. We get on the couch and you start fucking me from behind and soon you reward me with your cum. You fall asleep there on the couch and I place a kiss to your cheek. “Happy Birthday, my love.” I whisper. I find a blanket on a chair and drape it over you. Then I press my veil into your sleeping hand and exit into the night. ================================================================================================= AFTER SCHOOL LONGING 1/2 I know it's bad, but I really can't stop thinking about you. I know we'd both get into so much trouble if anything ever happened between us, but knowing that doesn't stop what I feel. And I can't help wondering if I'm not the only one. I've been admiring you from afar ever since the new term began. There's something about the way you dress, your square shoulders, the way you hold yourself, that drew my eyes. And then today, I was in your class and I saw you properly, up close and you looked at me--into me, really. God, I love your eyes and the little lines around the corners when you smile. You make me want to sit in your lap and tell all my secrets to you. I know you're way older than me, and probably you've got a stunning wife, or a series of elegant mistresses and I'm probably just a kid to you. But--but when you looked at me it didn't feel like you felt that I'm a kid. I'm not sure why, but I think you noticed me too, wanted me maybe-- God,just saying these words makes me wet. I wonder what you'd think if you knew that while you were reading that poem to the class, underneath the desk I was slowly squeezing my crossed thighs together working toward an orgasm that I never quite got to complete. AFTER SCHOOL LONGING 2/2 I looked at your hands, your strong capable hands and imagined them all over me, touching my breasts, holding my waist, pinning me to the wall, forcing my thighs wide as your fingers work under my skirt and slap my hand away. And I wanted all that and more. And now I'm lying in my bed, touching myself...working towards that orgasm you owe me.(moaning more now, much hornier) Thinking of you,.... making me kneel under the desk,.... taking me...in my schoolgirl mouth.... Thinking of you bending me over the desk, pushing your way inside me forcing that big cock into me..making me yours now.... Forcing me..taking me..Using my soft little body... I'm your very good little girl, I'd never tell your wife, or your mistresses, or the principal, that we fuck after school every day. You use my like your slut, your little pet.... Oh God, please please use my mouth, and my wet little cunt..... Use me for your pleasure. I'm yours. Just...take me. =================================================================================================== ===================================================================================================== Hypnotized (2006) I'm in my uniform and it’s after school in his room. I didn't go home cuz it’s a home game and I'm just kinda wandering around the school. I stop by his room and he's at his desk reading a book called “The Hypnotist.” I ask him about it and he kind of laughs and says he thought it would be fun. I ask him if it can be done. He looks at me and says "The book seems to think so." "Well, why don't you try it on me?" I say. "Sure." He says. He shuts the door and turns of the light and tells me to sit down on the desk. Then he takes out this purple crystal on a chain from his pocket. He tells me to relax which is just impossible cuz he has his hand on my shoulder. He tells me to look at the crystal and he starts swinging it. I hate looking away from his sweet face, but I do. Then he starts talking to me in a real low and sexy voice and I keep looking at the crystal and I do get kind of sleepy but after a while it's like it is in the dentist office when you get the gas. I was there but I wasn’t. And he's looking at me and he waves his hand in front of my face. "I'll be damned," he says. "She's really out." I see a sly smile come over his face and I wonder what he’s thinking. He tells me to stand up and I do. He tells me to stick my finger up my nose and I do that too. Then he looks at me for a while before turning and making sure the door is locked. He comes back to me and looks into my half-open eyes. "Take off your top," he says. I don't even think. My arms go behind my back and I unzip the top of my uniform and drop it on the floor. I'm standing there in my bra and cheer skirt and I see him lick his lips. "Show me your tits.” I can't believe I'm doing it. I pull my sports bra up over my head and drop it on top of the shell. My little nipples are hard and I'm getting really hot. "Touch your breasts for me, little cheerleader." I start feeling myself up for him getting so horny because I'm half-naked in front of him. He walks up close to me and puts a hand on one breast, gently rolling the nipple in his fingers. "You like that don't you?" he asks. I tell him yes. It’s my favorite thing. He strokes them gently and stops to place some kisses on my nipples. I’m so turned on, I can barely keep still, but somehow I do. "Is your pussy wet, little cheerleader?" he asks and I nod. He lifts up my cheer skirt and puts his hand on me. I'm soaking and he starts rubbing my clit. Then he pulls his hand back and smells it. "Hmmmm," I hear him say and it makes me even hotter. He reaches for the waistband of my cheer spankie, pulls it down and throws it on the floor. Then he grabs my hand and puts it on my cunny. "Play with yourself for me." He stands back against the shelves watching me please myself. It’s easy when the man himself is right in front of me. "That’s enough," he says. "Leave the skirt on, but give me your panties." I don't want to stop playing with myself but I have to do what I'm told. I step out of my panties and hand them to him. He kisses them and puts them in his pocket. "Sit on the desk." He tells me "Let me taste you." He puts his mouth on my pussy and starts to lick me. I hear him moan a little as he works his tongue. I watch him taking pleasure from me and I come so fast and so big I nearly give it away. I haven't been hypnotized at all. I've just been doing what he wants because it’s what I want. He rests his fingers inside me to feel me pulsate and he’s chuckling as I finish coming. "Let's see you do a split," he says pointing to the floor. I jump down and do a perfect slow slide till my naked pussy is on the cool tile floor. I look up and he's walking towards me undoing his pants. He stands right in front of me with his crotch by my mouth. My heart beats faster because I know what I want to happen. He pulls his cock out of his jeans and rubs the tip against my lips. "Suck me off." With a sigh, I open my mouth and take him in. He's big but not too big. Cocksucking is something I truly enjoy and I am proud to display my skills with him. I cup his balls gently and stroke them as my lips slide up over and around his hardness. I take him deep a few times, which surprises him. I want him to think there’s more to me than he knows. I hear his breathing change and too soon he fills my mouth with his juice. "Swallow it all, little cheerleader," he says. As if I'd do anything else! "Now you will get dressed and forget this ever happened," he says. He zips himself up and walks away. I slowly get up and get my uniform back on. When I am back together, he tells me to sit back on the desk where I was when this started. He stands looking at me for a moment and then he leans forward and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. Then he stands back and claps his hands. I shake my head and open my eyes up wide. He's looking kind of nervous now. "Wow" I say, "that was weird. I guess you really hypnotized me!" "I guess so, Lit..uh...Melissa," he says. He’s so cute to be so nervous right now, and I love how I can please this man. I could mess with him, but I don’t. "Gosh, Mr. Cotton It was like no time passed at all. What was I doing?" "Oh, nothing much," he says. "I made you cluck like a chicken and do a split." "I can’t remember a thing and I feel so relaxed now. I had no idea hypnosis was so powerful" "I'm happy you enjoyed it," he says and I see relief and some boyish glee. "I sure did! You can hypnotize me any old time, Mr. C.!" I say and pick up my bags to go. As I walk out the door he puts his hands in his pockets and finds my panties still there. "You can bet I will!" He calls after me. ===================================================================================================== CWE Assignment #3 2nd Person POV 1/3 You give her the signal like you always do, pushing up your glasses and then pulling your hand through your hair. She nods and you think about her pussy responding like you like it to. Near the end of the period She puts her hand up. You give her your secret smile and call on her. "Mr. K, can you look at my college essay?" you hear her ask. "Sure, Melissa." You reply and your dick gets hard in your shorts. You know what she really wants and you ache to give it to her. You can't wait for the next ten minutes to pass until the end of the period and the end of the day. You hoped she would be able to play with you today and so you didn't give anyone detention, not even the 9th grade little shits who deserved it. You really like what she's wearing today. Her little pleated plaid skirt keeps riding up her thighs as she squirms at her desk. Her black stockings short boots and silky v-neck sweater reminds you of a French schoolgirl and it turns you on. You can't wait to get your hands on her, your lips on her, your dick in her. You watch her walk towards the desk slowly, giving you a show as the rest of the class flees. When you are alone with her, you watch her push the door shut, lock it and pull the shade. You meet her eyes as she walks to you and sits in your lap. You kiss her and one of your hands strokes the softness of her sweater to feel her young breasts. You are startled to realize that she's not wearing a bra. You laugh when she tells you that there are more surprises for you if you keep looking. You kiss her like you always do, like you could kiss her forever. You pinch her nipples gently because you know how that drives her crazy. Then you can't hold your curiosity in check anymore and you put your hand on her leg. You smile again when you realize that she's wearing stockings instead of panty hose; Thigh high stockings bordered in lace. CWE #3 2/3 You quest onward and you gasp when you find out she's not wearing panties either. You hear her laugh sweetly as she kisses your neck. Then you hear her gasp as you find her wet cunt. Your hands move inside her, finding all the places that make her hot. She start to writhe around in your lap and you kiss her harder, making her even hotter. Suddenly you stand up, lifting her and depositing her on the desk. Then you climb up with her and undo your belt. She pulls on the buckle and you let it run through your hands. You undo your pants as you kneel above her and your cock peeks out from your boxer shorts. You watch her stare at it hypnotized as you stroke her legs through her stockings. The texture gets you hot and you could fuck her right now, but you want to prolong it. You order your little slut to play with herself and you slowly stroke your hard cock as she pleases herself to please you. You move over her and push her sweater up so it bunches at her neck, exposing her little breasts. You suck and bite the nipples as she thrashes underneath you. You smile as you listen to her little cries of excitement. You're listening to her, watching her, sensing her and waiting for the moment when she is about to lose control. You know her better than any other lover you've ever had and when that moment comes, you push your cock in the pussy that burns for no one else. CWE #3 3/3 You thrust powerfully. She is hot and wet underneath you and the best fuck you've ever had. You bite her neck and nibble on her tits as you fuck her. You feel her hands on your back and your ass. You push your cock in and out of your little schoolgirl slut, your demon lover until she begins to pant. You know she's coming and you increase your pace. You pound her young pussy until you feel your own orgasm building. She arches her back suddenly and you feel her let go around your throbbing cock. You come with her then and it's like a dam bursting. You pump this beautiful girl’s little pussy full of your semen and it's the best feeling in the world. I wish I had the balls to hand this one in. If you only knew what your creative writing class has done for me... ================================================================================================== Touch by VK I was thinking about him while I got changed today after graduation and as usual, I got wet. The first time I felt this now-familiar heat between my legs, I was sixteen years old. That was three years ago when I was in tenth grade and on the varsity basketball cheer squad. That was the day I fell for Mr. Cotton. It was a totally weird situation that could never happen again that happened. He was a brand new teacher in our small school and when the latest flu epidemic had half the coaching staff home in bed, he had been tapped to chaperone the squad to an away game. I was in his history class when he'd gotten the call and I could tell that this amused him, but he did a good job of getting things together and keeping us on track. Mr. Cotton had started teaching when he was in his 30's. He wasn't even the cutest teacher. He was a bit stocky and of average height, but he carried himself like a former athlete who took care of himself. More important to me, he had a really nice smile,sexy green eyes, thick brown hair that was already showing a few strands of gray, and he was always ready to laugh at how funny life got. He also knew how to react in a crisis, which he demontrated when I had one. My left leg wasn't feeling too good during our routines, but after the half it had become a terrible cramp in my calf. It wasso bad, I full-on collapsed in the middle of a turn. The girls helped me back to the hall outside the gym. He brought the big gear bag, rummaged in it and found what he wanted. He gave me two aspirins and a bottle of water as the rest of the squad ran back into the gym. "Drink until you have to pee," he told me. Then he asked me which leg it was and told me to take that shoe off, then my sock. I drank water, kind of lost in the pain. He took my lower leg in both hands and began probing for the knot. Then he started feeling my foot. Okay, I thought, what's this guy up to? So, I looked into his eyes--and that was it. Our eyes met and suddenly his touch was all I could feel. I felt my body begin to get really warm and I he was more than handsome. He really seemed to know what he was doing too. He found what he was looking for and began massaging around it. One hand on my calf and the other doing something helpful with my foot. I felt that warm glow seem to grow and focus on my pussy and I got soo crazily horny. Then, the pain was almost suddenly gone-or maybe it was there, but I was just feeling SO Good. My hips started to move as his fingers stroked and pulled at my muscles. It took me a minute to realize that he'd asked me a question. "Melissa, Does it still hurt?" He said again. "I think, between the water, the aspirin and this, that we got it." I managed to shake my head. He put both hands on my calf and began to knead less delicately. I got so much hotter. I held in a serious moan. I was so wet, I was nearly sure he could smell it. I felt way better-beyond better but I didn't say anything. I Didn't want him to stop. He must've thought I was wincing because I was still in pain, but actually it was because was so close to coming. Suddenly it was all too much. "I have to pee," I said. "All that water, you know?" I kept talking as I tried to get up. I leaned on him as I stood and smelled his cologne. I didn’t recognize it but knew I'd remember it forever. I tested my leg, putting weight on it gradually and it was fine. Not that it mattered. I would've crawled to the bathroom if I had to. I ran into a stall and leaned against the wall. Hiking up my short white skirt, I plunged my hand into my panties and felt my pussy. I was sopping and my hand began rubbing my clit almost on its own. My other hand pushed up underneath my shell and sports bra and touched a nipple. I began to alternate pinching a nipple with kneading my titties. I closed my eyes and replayed the memory of him kneeling on the floor, touching me. I imagined that it was his touch, his hands inside my clothes, pinching and rolling my nipples...rubbing my pussy...teasing my clit....It was the first time I'd ever played with myself in a public bathroom and it was a mindblowing orgasm. Still tingling, I combed my hair and straightened my outfit out. Wondering what he thought of me,if he was into cheerleaders, what it would be like to have him touching my entire body. Wondering if I had hit my head when I fell. He was waiting for me when I came back out. And my heart jumped. "You all better, Melissa?" He asked. I nodded, blushing. Kicking myself inside for not speaking. "Um your were really good with that massage stuff, where did you learn to do that?" I did manage to ask him as we returned to the game. He smiled a secret smile and I imagined him thinking about some old girlfriend. I felt myself about to sigh and caught it. "I had a sister who played soccer," he finally said. "She got cramped up all the time." He was a miracle worker all right. I cheered the rest of the game, wondering if he was watching me, believing he was and hoping it was because he had sensed the same connection I had--rather than because he thought I might fall down again--and wishing I was his sister. On the bus ride home, I sat in the back, pretending to be asleep and peeking at him, wondering if he thought I was hot. I was knew I was pretty and considered cute but not gorgeous. People told me I looked a lot like Michelle Trachtenberg. I had similar reddish straight hair upturned eyes and wide smile, sensuous lips and a trim curvy shape. My breasts weren't big, only an A cup but I had such a tiny waist that they looked bigger. My mom was a B so I figured I'd at least get that big. On my small frame,B's would look fine, if I didn't pork out. Time passed and I didn't pork out. I just got a little taller, a bit hippier and I never got over Mr. Cotton. I had boyfriends all through school and had sex quite a few times, but I'd never got as excited with any of my boyfriends as I got just thinking of him putting his hands on me. I made excuses to see him, took every class with him that I could and made sure that I could brush up against him, or touch his hand when he returned papers. Every time, even the slightest contact would send me into orbit! I blew my mom's mind by suddenly acing every history class and I became one of Mr C's favorite students. In school, I got as close and as comfortable with him as any high school student could get with a teacher. Outside of school, I made him the focus of my fantasy life. Not fairytale romantic stuff, usually, but wilder and dirtier sex. I've always been a writer-all of a sudden I was a pornographer. I wondered sometimes, if something was wrong with me. I wasn't a bad girl. I was perfectly normal average in every way, except that if he ever asked I would cheerfully drop everything and become his personal slut. I kept this software diary-thing separate from my real diary. That was where I put all these dirty "Melissa the Megaslut fucks Mr.Cotton" stories. Sometimes I felt like I was living two lives. I longed to do more, but kept talking myself out of it. I was pretty sure that I could seduce him if I tried, but that would likely get us both in a lot of trouble and maybe cost him his job. I knew that he loved teaching and he was one of the few teachers who made it fun without making it dumb and I wasn't the only one who thought so. He'd been a good friend to me over the years, from helping me find a college, and working on my writing to sometimes just listening. Besides my secret lust, I truly like him. I was not going to ruin his life. Luckily, I turned 18 halfway through the last quarter of my senior year and that was when I decided. I was an adult then, and by May I wouldn't even be in high school anymore so there would be no problem, they would just be two people. I was was a woman now and I didn't want to go off to college without finding out what it would be like with this man. He was at graduation, of course. And while they were all milling around in the parking lot, I heard him tell one of the other teachers that his ex. and her boyfriend had taken his daughter down to Florida for two months and that he was still getting used to how quiet the house was. I knew where he lived. Outside of town in a small red house set-back from the road so that you could hardly see it. I'd driven by it a lot in the past few years. Well, the house wouldn't be so quiet tonight, I thought as I accepted his congratulatory hug. His arms around me were strong and the hug was all too brief. I smelled the cologne again and nearly swooned. I made a token appearance at a graduation party that night and then headed out, stopping once to change. Which brought me here; standing outside his door wearing my old cheerleading outfit, waiting for him to appear after my knock. The uniform was tight on me now but tight in a good way for my purposes. The skirt rode higher and without the bra, my nipples showed through the tight nylon of the shell. I heard music inside but couldn't see anything in the kitchen until the door opened and there he was. He answered the door wearing a pair of shorts and a black t-shirt. He saw me and I could see him making the shift from human-male- reacting to a lewd cheerleader at the door to teacher-being-cautious. "Melissa," he said. "Holy Deja-vu." "Hi," I said, "can I come in?" "Sure," he said and opened the door wide. I walked into the cool of the kitchen and he turned to shut the door. "Is something wrong? Car break down," he smiled. "Cramp?" When he turned around, I was standing right behind him. "No." I said and kissed him. He didn't respond though I could tell he wanted to. I was lost in his scent as I kissed his neck, my hands on his chest. "Melissa?" He said into my hair, his voice aiming for stern and coming a little shaky. "It's okay. I'm old enough now," I said. I knew I was turning him on. I could feel his erection poking me. "I know you're 18. I gave you a birthday card," he said as if hypnotized. I continued to kiss his neck and nibble on his ears and murmured, "I'm not in school anymore." "That's right. You graduated," he said and I felt his arms go around me. I had him. "Are you drunk?" He asked as he placed a soft, lingering kiss on my forehead. "Not at all," I breathed. He pulled away and looked into my eyes. Human to human and it was the sexiest damn look ever. "Is this really what you want?" he asked me. "This is what I need," I replied, meeting his gaze levelly. I told him the whole story as we fell into his couch and made out. But after a while neither of us were doing much talking. He ran his hands over my body and I could tell that he appreciated the brief skirt and nylon shell. I was living out my fantasy and was on a wide and high loop of horniness. His hands ignited a fiery patch wherever they roamed. "This is what I was wearing the first time you touched me," I breathed into his ear. He murmured an acknowledgement as he found and opened the zipper on the back of the shell. He pulled it off my arms as i straddled him and began kissing and kneading my titties sending electricity bouncing around inside me. He pulled at his shirt and then he sat up so I could pull it off, then I pressed myself up against him, drinking in the feel of him, the scent of him. His hands were in my panties now, doing wonders. I kissed him full on the mouth and he responded passionately, it seemed like he wanted to swallow me up and I wanted to let him. I felt the heat grow again, suddenly like a gas flame being turned up and I started to pulsate. I heard him chuckle as I began to come and the sound pushed me over the edge. I let out my signature noise (in-between a shriek and a whimper) and my body tensed. It was sooooo good. It was enormous. I wanted more. He found the zipper for the skirt and got it undone. Then he got out from under me, stood up and pulled my panties off. Now I lay naked before him on the warm fabric of the couch. I looked at his shorts and reached out for the bulge. He smiled and pushed his shorts down. His erect cock sprang up from its confinement. I felt my breath skip and sat up, grinning. Massage is is his speciality. Now he gets to see mine. Sitting on the edge of the couch, I looked up into his eyes and took his cock in my mouth. It was thicker than I was used to and I liked it. I was pleasing him all right, I could see that, and I could have sucked on him for hours, but he gently took my hands and raised my to face to kiss. I looked into his eyes and could see him wanting me. "Bed?" Was all he said. "Oh, yeah," I said. Naked, he led me to his bedroom. He watched me fall into his bed and stood for a moment looking down at me. I arranged myself sexily and watched--drunk it in, as he crawled onto the bed over me. He kept looking into my eyes as he traced his fingers down my body, drawing small circles around my breasts, lingering on my sexy flat belly and rounded hips. He told me I was beautiful and I think I believed it. I'd worked hard that afternoon, shaving, plucking, and waxing to be perfect for this man. I was glad to have pleased him. He lay full on top of me and we kissed. Then he began touring my body with his mouth. Sucking and kissing here and there while touching me. I lay back and pretended I was tied up and just let my senses feel. He paid plenty of attention to my breasts and seemed fascinated with my hipbones. He teased too, getting close to my most sensitive areas and then pulling back. He was so good at it--good with his mouth and it was making me crazy. I was moving my hips and making little sounds I'd never heard myself make before and I could see that he liked it. He was back kissing my inner thighs again as his hands massaged my calves. I told him how much they had missed him. But the teasing was going on soooo long,I wanted to cum! When was he going to....? Right then, he lowered his head to my shaved pubes, and I almost fainted in relieved excitement. He massaged up and down my legs as he sucked at my pussy, licking me deep with his tongue. I wasn't sure what he was doing with my clit but it was steady and oh so good. I felt myself responding like I usually did but, faster and stronger. I tried not to bounce him off me, but my hips wouldn't stay still. Then he took one long slurp at my VayJay making me nearly cum and leaned back. "I want to be inside you," he breathed. "Me too, I said, keeping my eyes on his. He slid forward and was inside me and it was better than I'd ever imagined. He began thrusting, slow but deep and a blissful expression took over his face. He kept his eyes on me, and I found myself reaching up to cup his face in my hands. We watched each other reaching for ecstasy and I had a wild thought that they we were drawing energy from each other. I knew this orgasm was going to be huge. His dick pounded into my young pussy and it felt fantastic. It wasn't just the size. There was something different in the way he used it. Nothing like the boys I'd dated before. Most of the time it seemed like they just fucked for themselves. He was so sure, so hot and just so good.I couldn't explain it but this was different because he was fucking all of me, my whole self and my three years of waiting. His breathing changed and I knew he was close. This set me off and when my pussy began to rock, he shot his cum inside me and all rational thought stopped. It was bigger and better than I had expected. When I could breathe again, I felt his weight on me. I purred like a kitten and hugged him closer. He chuckled deeply and kissed my neck before rolling next to me. He looked at me so tenderly I thought I would cry. We curled up together in his big bed and I amused myself tracing patterns on his chest with me fingers, just happy being there. "So, what you told me," he asked after a while, "Have you really been hot for me since that night?" "Oh yeah." I said like a woman well satisfied. "It’s just that I know what a good writer you are, and that was one hell of a story." "You don't know the half of it," I said. "I have this diary you just have to see." "All this and your diary too?" "The stories are in there," I said. "I'll show them to you. They might give you some ideas." "When do you have to be back?" He asked as he stroked my leg. "Its graduation party time, No one expects me back till morning. Can I stay here with you?" "Sure," he replied. "I have never thrown a hot cheerleader out of my bed and I don't want this night to end too soon." "This doesn’t have to end at one night," I told him. "I mean, if that’s' okay with you." "'If that's okay'---tell me what you have in mind," he said. "Let me be your little cheerleader for the summer. I'll do all the things you like, anything you tell me. You like schoolgirls I'll be your schoolgirl. Genie? Slave? Whatever, I’ll be your little slut for as long as you want." I batted my eyelashes theatrically. "Please?" He pretended to think about it for a second. "Whatever I want? What do you get out of it?" "Fantasies," I said. "Yours and mine. I've been thinking about you since that night and I've got plenty of ideas. A book full!" And a hundred more orgasms like the last three, I thought. I knew not to offer him love. Not then. Instinct told me it would scare him off, no matter how much he may need it and want me."We click together," I told him. "I've known it forever; you just found out. Let's have some fun with it. Lots of fun. You must have a fantasy or two about all those hot teenage girls you see every day." "One or two," he said chuckling. "Okay. We have fun. We don't get caught. Deal." He put out his hand and I shook it formally amused at the incongruity of such a formal gesture while naked in bed with a lover. "Don't you think you should call me by my first name now?" I shook my head and laughed. "No. Not right away. I have three years of 'hot for teacher' fantasies to work through." ===================================================================================================== "Do you have one where we we shower and then I give you a massage?" "Now I do," I replied, wholly content and looking forward to the rest of the summer. END ================================================================================================ Night Class Nookie 1 (not broken up for posting as yet) You're my night class teacher and I can't stop thinking about you, which is why I'm wearing this shirt tonight. It's part of my plan. See, I know that since I'm so far ahead of the other students in class that you'd let me help them out--you know--go around the tables and help them with their math like I’ve been doing, and this new tank top I have has a little problem with the buttons not working. I know you know, because I've seen you looking, but you're such a good guy that you take me aside quietly and tell me I might be revealing too much and distracting them. Hah! I've been flashing you the whole time, and you're worried about them! That's when I tell you I only bought the stupid thing because it had the buttons and this is the first time I wore it and there's something strange about it. All the buttonholes are completely sewn shut. You offer me an exacto knife to cut them open and I tell you I’ll think about it. We go on until the end of class and everyone else leaves, but me. That's when I surprise you and tell you that I want you to do the cutting. You're being so careful and it's kinda cute. I'm sure it's an accident when you brush my nipple like you do but with the way I am, that was all it took. “They're nice tit's arent they?” I say. I’ve only got one kid, but I’m making milk like I’ve got six!” You tell me you never heard that before, and I shouldn't be shocking you like that. That doesn't bother me at all. “You know what I really want? I tell you as I press up against you. “I want to ride up and down on someone’s hard cock while I offer him my milk.” You’ve never heard that before either and I can see how excited you are. “It’s soooooo sweet," I say coming up close and brushing my tits against your chest, "What is?" You ask. "My milk, my cunt, me,” I say. “Do you want some?” “Where?” you say, and I tell you that lounge place with the couch and I hand you something I brought because I am always prepared for class. There’s a meeting room two doors down with a lockable door and a couch. I practically skipped down that hall with you right behind. I stay close to you as you locked the door and you pull me closer, and we start making out like little savages. You pull up my tank top and your whole hands get to go where only your fingers had strayed before. “It was funny watching you do the holes, I know you so wanted to grab ‘em,” I moan, as I kiss your neck and ears. My hands are busy unbuttoning your shirt and you strip off my tank as I push your shirt off. I start biting and slurping on your chest and you are so yummy! You are playing with my soft tits and it is so good! I want to do something nice for you. I drop to my knees, look up at you with my best ‘I’m gonna do something naughty’ look, and unbutton your jeans. By the time I get your pants open, your rock-hard cock is sticking out of your boxers. “Oh, wow! Ok!: That is one nice big cock!” I say as I pull your jeans down to your ankles. I skin off your boxers too and you step out of the whole kaboodle. “That’ll go nice,” I say and taste the end with my tongue before nuzzling your cock and balls, giving them some nice long licks. I even took it deep once or twice just to show you I can. I'm making you so hard. You reach down for my bra clasp, but I grab your hand. “Not yet,” I say, but it sounds too bitchy, so I add, more softly, "please.” “Then I want to see what’s under those jeans,” you tell me. Oh hells to the yeah! I stand up, and kick off my sandals. You grab my waistband and pull me back. You give my belly soft kisses that thrill me while you slowly undo the button and pull the zipper down. I run my fingers through your hair and lean over you, rubbing the top of your head with my breasts and tickling your back with the fall of my hair. You put your hands around my hot little body and grab two handfuls of my ass. Giving them a ‘see you soon’ squeeze you pulled my Capri’s down. I see you notice my tattoo of a little tiny marijuana leaf right next to my my hipbone and through my transparent panties, the outline of a neatly trimmed cunnie. You sit back and are just staring at me like you like what you see. “Why’d you stop?” I ask "The view," you say, shrugging, “come ‘ere,” and pull my hips close to you, so you can yank my panties off. It’s freaky hot to be naked here in our school, and I’m about wicked wet since I'm about to get my wish. I hop into your lap and we make out for a while, and you get those hands in my horny pussy and find me totally ready for your meat. I drop down in front of you and visit your cock again, with long slow licks as my arms work behind me undoing my bra. Coming back to seek your mouth again, my naked breasts press against you. “You are too fucking much,” you say, as you pull the condom out of the discarded shirt pocket and begin to unwrap it. “Oh, let me do that!" I say, "Watch me! This is so dirty-cool!" I take the condom out of the wrapper and place it in my mouth the right way. Giggling as I look up at you, I put my mouth down on your cock and let the sheath roll on. You are excited by that and you reach for my hands. “You want to hop up and down, right? “Yes, yes, yes! Please!” I grin at you and climb onto the couch. You scoot forward and I hook my legs around you. I see your eyes range from my excited face to my crimson nipples, to my nearly bald snatch as you pull me around you. Kid or no kid, I am still nice and tight! I hear you groan as you possess me, your little hottie, your favorite student. “Oh wow! Oh yeah!” Oh, I am happier than I’ve been all week, I ride your cock hard, letting my blonde hair fly Then I slow it down after a bit and we kiss for a while. You are so hot to kiss. Then I hold my swollen breasts out to you, “Have you ever tasted fresh milk from a hot teen mom?” I murmur as sexily as I can. You take a tentative lick and I can’t hold in my moans . You take one in each hand and move back and forth sucking each red nipple into your mouth and taking the warm fluid. It’s so hot I hump wildly, my breathing coming in gasps. You feel me about to come and suck harder on my breasts, biting and stroking them. I started spasming around your cock. You groan long and loud and pump sperm in reply. I collapse onto you, murmuring, “Thank you, thank you, oh thank you…” into your neck. You ask me what I’m thanking you for and thank me for granting you a fantasy about fucking a student. I ask you if you had any particular students in mind. And you tell me that you only want the wildest. “I know what you mean. This is me. This is how I get. That’s why I’m in this class. I got all freaky one time without a condom and that’s how it happened. One time and I get pregnant! Sometimes, though, I just need cock! I go cross-eyed and batshit till I get it. I always carry condoms now.” You want to know if I’ve ambushed anybody else like this. “No, I’ve just been getting more and more—bitchy—Hey, if I do something really dirty, will you give me a ride home? I kind of told my aunt she didn’t need to pick me up.” “I wouldn’t ask you to do anything dirty just to get a ride home,” you tell me, straight-faced "Yeah, Okay, I guess that was pretty silly—watch." I carefully pull the condom off your resting penis. “You got enough of my milk,” I say as I tip my head back, “but I didn’t get any of yours.” Then I dump the contents of the condom into my mouth and swallow all that hot cum. You drive me home and we are both just blissed out and quiet. But when we pull in, I have to let you know. “Now you know where I live,” I tell you "sooooo… when you are around maybe you could give me a call and we could both get some more milk.” You like that idea. I can tell. ================================================================================================== Little Schoolgirl Slut 1/2 Oh, hi, Sir! I was just running a little late this morning. There was so much traffic, and I had to go the bathroom and...uh for every class? Well, you know, I'm a girl and I have to go at random times of the day and... Um, what? Unbelievable? Um, okay. I promise to come to class early from now on. I'll be here at half an hour before the school opens. Hmmm, that's not very believable either? What? More drastic measures? But what does that mean? Tell my parents? Oh no! Please, please don't do that! They'll take away my car! You think that's a good idea? That's so mean, Sir! Oh, no! I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to say that. I wouldn't be able to go out anym-- I mean drive to the library anymore! Take the school bus with other kids? But, but can't we do something to work this out, Sir? Like community service or something, please? Oh, there's a special way you could punish me? Um, like what kind? Physical? What kind of physical punishment, Sir? General? I'm sure it wouldn't be as bad as losing my car. Especially if it's just little whip on my wrist. Fine, I'll do it. Bend over? Um, okay, but the skirts they make us wear are so short, so if I bend more you'll see my panties. What?, that's the point? Why are you tying my hands to the rails? --------------------------------------------------------------- Little Schoolgirl Slut 2/2 Oh my God, oh no! Please! I thought you were just going to me on the wrists! What? I don't – okay, I don't want to be expelled for being late. You're pulling up on my panties, Sir! That rubbing on my pussy. It feels kind of nice, Sir. Ow! My ass! Count them? Okay one! two! three! four! five!Ow! (crying a little) Is this really necessary, Sir? Six! My ass is turning all red, Sir! seven! eight! nine! <> Ten! are we done now, Sir? Sir! Your hand is on my pussy! But, actually, feels kind of nice. I always kind of had a crush on you, Sir. Yes, please rub it more. This is making me wet! Ow! My hair! Your pulling on my pigtails! That hurts! sorry! I won't complain. What are you doing with my panties? You're keeping them? But, Oh, God! They're yours, they're yours! Is that your cock sliding over my pussy, Sir? I just want to keep my car. Oh fuck! It's so big! I can't fit any more! Your dick is tearing me apart! Oh, fuck! You're fucking me so hard! Oh, I don't have a boyfriend! I can be yours! Fuck! I can feel you throbbing! I want you to come on my pretty school uniform! Yes, come for me! Oh God! You're coming all over me, all over your schoolgirl slut! That's what I am! That's what I'll be! Your little schoolgirl slut! ================================================================================================== A Classroom Fantasy 1/2 I fantasize about sitting in class. Learning some bullshit about the American revolution. What I’m really doing is surfing tumblr on my phone. I sit and scroll through my dashboard full of delicious porn. I see a picture of a young teen getting her ass beat by what looks to be her master. My mind starts to drift and I can feel wetness beginning to puddle in my pink cotton panties. I cross my legs hoping to hide the smell of my arousal from the rest of my classmates as I continue to scroll. I come across a women who has two of her fingers stuffed into her very pink pussy and has a cock ball-deep in her ass. I can feel my cheeks turn red as the fire in my stomach threatens to consume me. I start to rub my legs together, trying to achieve any kind of friction to alleviate the throbbing of my clit. I look around to see that no one is paying attention and Mr.Whitman is at his desk grading papers. I reach down in between my legs and just press on my now soaked panties. The little bit of pressure feels good momentarily, but as I scroll to a gif of a mans cum spewing on a young whore’s breasts, the light pressure is not enough. All of a sudden I feel hot breath on my neck and my skin crawls. I turn to see Mr.Whitman looking over my shoulder with a disapproving look. Without drawing attention to us, he leans down and takes my phone and whispers in my ear. “Stay after class whore. And stop getting my fucking seats dirty with your pussy juices.” --------------------------------------------------------------------- A Classroom Fantasy 2/2 I freeze. I can’t breathe and wetness spills out of me. The rest of the class I spend stunned. When the students exit the class I don’t know what to expect. Without saying anything he walks over to my desk where I sit, frozen. “Now, , because you just can’t control yourself in my class, I will give you time now to…appease your CRAVINGS.” I just look up at him, still confused. His eyes darken and he grabs my wrist shoving my hand in between my legs. “Touch yourself bitch, you don’t have a problem doing it in a room full of students, this should be a piece of cake. And since you are so comfortable, I may also partake.” With that he drops his pants. His hard member bounces free from it’s confines, 2 inches from my face. I gasp, but I don’t have to be told twice. I spread my legs and lift up my skirt. I start to vigorously rub my swollen clit as I watch his fingers wrap around his cock. With a surge of confidence, I grab my pen and slowly insert it into my ass before quickly shoving two fingers into my drenched whore hole. My release comes upon me quicker than I was expecting. I scream out, my cum spilling into the seat. I suddenly feel his hot cum hitting my face and I quickly turn to catch it in my mouth. Before I can even catch my breath, he grabs my hair and pulls me off the seat to my knees. He brings my head down until my cheek is in the puddle I created in my chair. “Clean up your mess whore. “ -dallasskyy ================================================================================================== Tease 1/4 You see me every day, don't you? The same young sweet fresh girl and I always sit in the front row of the classroom right in your line of sight with my long legs crossed, and a short skirt across my mid-thighs--God, don't you just wish I'd wear trousers so you could concentrate? And I know I'm beginning to make you nervous, aren't I? I know it. I've caught you looking at me when you're supposed to be lecturing the whole class. A tease, I think you'd call me, crossing and uncrossing my legs, sitting playing with the chain around my neck, stroking the soft skin. Do you wish those fingers were yours? Or that your tongue replace them? And, oh, do I really have to sit with the end of a pen in my mouth whilst I'm concentrating so hard on making you fucking hot! And as for playing with the hem of my skirt against my smooth thighs,that just wipes out your concentration altogether doesn't it? But you can't do anything about those dirty fantasies you have about me, can you? You can't lay my cute body across the large oak desk that separates you from me, and fuck this tight pussy. oh sure, I'm a closer he so it wouldn't be breaking any age rules, but I'm still your student and you are my teacher, and it wouldn't be – – what's the word? Ethical? – –. I bet you were painfully hard after class this afternoon. You couldn't wait to get out of the hall. Usually you kick back in your chair till we all leave but today, hah! The hinges nearly came off the door you left so fast! Oh wait! I know what it was that did it. I wasn't wearing any panties today. Damn (laugh) I guess I just forgot to put them on this morning. --------------------------------------------- Tease 2/4 I was so distracted by thoughts of sitting up in front of you, and watching you get hotter and hotter for me, and I know you noticed.How could you not? You were staring at me the entire two hours. You didn't say much; you just gave us our assignments, and let us carry on, which gave you the perfect opportunity to sit and watch me. oh, and I gave a master performance. Did you like the shirt? Or, if that's what you call it--a half shirt. the ends tied under my breasts. It was so hot today, and I couldn't help but show my cute belly. But I guess the shirt had just one more button than absolutely necessary undone and I guess that could have been a little distracting for you. And the shirt ends were tied just a little too tight and showed every curve of my breasts and fuck my nipples were hard! Knowing you were hard as fuck behind your desk for me!I know that from your vantage point you were the only person in that crowded classroom that could see my hand creep further up my thigh than usual and trail my fingers across my soft skin. I can imagine what you wanted to do to me. Wrap those large hands around my waist and push me up against the wall of the classroom. Could you do it? With everybody watching? (Chuckle) no, you'd wait till they all left. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Tease 3/4 I want you to. That's the catch. I want you to push me up against the wall, push my cute skirt up to my waist, and slide your fingers up the inside of my thighs till you find my dripping, wet,sweet, pussy. I know you're hard for me. I know You want to fuck my tight pussy from behind. Slam me against the wall trying to fuck me to hell and erase the memory of my teasing from your mind. But you know I won't go away after just once.You want more, so make a commitment now. Come on! You're there; I'm against the wall...your fingers on insides of my thighs. I can feel your soft skin against me. Fuck, my hips start to move... I want you to touch me ...I want you...! That's it! Slide your fingers into my pussy and hear me moan for you.Oh, Sir! Oh, sir, please fuck me! Oh, hear me beg...to have you fuck me with your hard cock. Oh, God I'm so fucking hot! That's it! Flatten your body against my back! (Moan)rub your hard-on across my ass cheeks while one hand finger-fucks my pussy that your cock will fill soon enough! The other hand explores my pert young breasts and my cute hard nipples. ------------------------------------------------- Tease 4/4 Oh, you know we could get caught,and it's the end of the day. But you know that the cleaners do this room last but what the fuck. You have a tight young pussy to fuck now, so there will be no waiting! That's it! That's it. Push those fingers harder into my pussy. Oh, Sir! Sir, please! Finger–fuck me to my first orgasm. I'm that's it! Keep playing! I want to come on your fingers! I want you to taste me! That's it! Just thinking that soon your cock will be in there! I'm coming! slide your fingers out. I want you to taste me! Oh, Sir! Come on! You know you want to do it! Push your hard cock into my pulsing pussy Hard and fast, Sir! Please fuck me! Yeah! Fuck me! Come on! I want you so badly! I'm a bad fucking tease! I need to be fucked harder shown what I am oh! That's it you are so big and thick. God, I can feel my pussy stretching so much! Fuck me please! ! I'm a fucking slut who needs to be fucked over and over! take it! Take what you want! Make me pay for teasing you! I like it hard! Feel my tight pussy around your cock! I know you want to come in my tight sweet pussy...do it!...fill me! I can feel your fingers on my clit! Fuck, Sir! Teach me! Oh, fuck, I'm so close to coming! Don't tease me! Don't slow down and speed up! What? Oh, I know I'm a bitch, and you feel so fucking good buried in my pussy!...those long strokes...can feel you deep inside me...Please, harder! Can you feel it? I'm pulsing! Oh yeah, Please fuck me and finish me off! oh, Sir,don't tease! Please, please, put your fingers back on my clit! I'm going to...Oh that's it! I'm going to come Sir! Sir! Sir! Oh fuck,yeah! Oh fuck! ================================================================================================== The Key to her Obedience by VK 1/4 It started the first day you let me use your keys. We were working in the library, and I needed a book that was in your room, so you handed them to me. I didn't really notice it at first, but when I did I couldn't believe how much it excited me. A handcuff key just sitting there with all the others! It did something to me inside, told me something about you, and changed my world. From that day on – – hell, that minute on––I couldn't stop myself staring at you, looking for more clues to your hidden life. I don't know and it was driving me wild. I just looked at you differently. I knew you were warm and funny and you haven't had to be too harsh with us. I just noticed steel there – – steel I want clamping my wrists together as you slap me and pull my hair… I had to do something to let you know… Please don't laugh! I – I wasn't sure why really; taunt you with what I know about you, maybe? Lots of us dress up and you know, put on the charm for cute male teachers––hell cute adults of any sex. It's fun, and we are young so we can get away with it. That's when I started wearing collars: ribbons at first, but just something around my neck. I noticed an immediate change in your focus after I started doing that. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Key to her Obedience by VK 2/4 It was like your eyes followed me all the time. It wasn't until Spirit week that I could get away with that big leather collar I'd ordered online. The hungry look you gave me before you got control of yourself (laugh) gave me shivers of lust. I played up to you after that. Like, we would spread out to work on stuff, and I would always work on the floor, so I could look up at you. I even got up on my knees once to beg for a project extension oohh I schlicked to that fantasy that very afternoon! And then, it was right before winter break and I was the last to pack up. You wished me a happy vacation as I was leaving, and I turned at the door and said, "Thank you Master!" And ran like hell. I wanted you to be thinking about it. Thinking about me. Why? Be–because I want to be your slave. That's why I stopped by...to see you to see if...if... that had been working on you––and I was so fucking happy that it had! So, I stripped for you as you asked and you attached the leash to my collar and took some pictures and finally put handcuffs on me! but you haven't touched me! Don't you want to, master? Please? -------------------------------------------------------------- The Key to her Obedience by VK 3/4 "Beg? What for? Sorry sir! Of course, to see how well I role-play. No, you wouldn't want a stupid cunt who couldn't. Please, can I have an extension on this project? I'm on my knees. I know you like me down here, and I'm begging you. I really need a good grade on this. I'll--I'll do anything for it. Anything at all. Yes, I'll stay after school, do chores around your house, be your personal maid. W-what? Suck on your... Yes, I did say 'anything' Let me just undo your belt unbutton and unzip your pants Oohh! Am I making you that hard? Little me? Mmmm...I love a man's cock. So smooth And it tastes so good when I lick it up and down! Yes, I'll take it in... Is this good for you? Deep? I have but not with a cock so Oh, wow. When I couldn't breathe--that was so amazing! Thank you, sir! Is that good enough? Can I have that extension? Of course I'll do more!... I'll follow you! I'll crawl faster...I love being pulled on a leash. Is that your bedroom? I feel like I could come already Not until you tell me, yessir! This room is so cool! What do you want me to do? Undress you? You said undressing me was like unwrapping a present. That's what this feels like to me. Kiss what I uncover? Yes, sir! your shirt, first. All those buttons....pull it off your shoulders... Now those pants again...Mmm...I"m getting more excited. I want to kiss every inch of those legs.. and pull your boxers down... Your feet? I like them--I mean I'm not a fetish girl for them, but I love having mine kissed and sucked on, so doing it for you feels right. ------------------------------------------------------------ The Key to her Obedience by VK 4/4 Do you want me to kiss your cock, Sir! Hey! Up on the bed? On my hands and knees? Yes, Sir! yes, I am so wet for you. oh God, this is what I wanted… To have you inside me… Fucking me so good! Yes, play rough with my tits! Have you noticed how much I've been putting them on display for you at school? P-play with myself? Yes, sir! No, I won't I won't come if you say so. Push my face into the bed, pull on my leash and slap my ass while I feel your big, thick cock tearing into me! Mr. W! Sir, please! May I come? Yes, I've been a good girl! I can be so good for you! I can? oh! I feel you coming inside me! I think I'm gonna keep coming! S-so, can I have my project extension? Do you mean it? I can be yours? Yay! Oh, I'll clean up that dirty cock of yours right away!God, your voice--that laugh--how am I going to get through class now? I'm just going to be a puddle of girl juice! ======================================================================================================= Mister L 1/2 If at any point in my childhood/education my father or any of my male teachers had shown even the slightest sexual interest in me I’d have spread my legs and begged for their cock so fast they’d have had whiplash. My ninth grade teacher hated me. At least I’m pretty sure he did. It always seemed like it anyway. But we had sex ed. classes that year and it always got us worked up, you know, blushing and giggling. All I could think was, 'I wish there was a sex class where they teach us how to be good at sex,'and when the teacher seemed like he was hating on me extra hard I thought about him fucking me over his desk in front of my classmates....calling me a good little cunt and making positive comments on my ability to take his cock. One particular fantasy always came up. I’d come into the class room during lunch and he’d be at his desk grading papers. I’d come up to his desk and ask why he didn’t like me so much. He’d answer with, “I don't hate you, I just have to keep my mind off your little cunt.” (This was, and still is, my favorite word for a girls privates, and I’d just learned it on the bus from some older boys) I’d tell him that my little cunt wanted his mind on it, among other things. He’d smile and repeat, “among other things?” I’d say, “The boys on the bus say letting a man put his cock inside of you makes you wet. The thought of your cock makes me wet.” He’d smile coyly and tell me that he’s pleased I’m wet for him, but it is lunch and shouldn’t I be eating or playing. Of course I'd be all bold by this point and walk around his desk, pull myself into his lap and say, “Why I’d love to play, Mister L! Will you let me play with your cock?” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mister L 2/2 I’d rut down onto him and imagine him being hard for me and I’d say, “Mister L, it seems to like me. Won't you let it out to fuck me?” At this point, sure of my desire for him, Mister L would lift me up onto his desk belly-down and then raise my skirt. He'd give me a quick lick over my cunt to make sure I was wet. After confirming that I was soaking my panties for him, Mister L would spread my legs and give me one good firm thrust and be buried inside me. He would use me quickly before the other students had to come back. (In the interests of full disclosure you should know that I was a short girl for my age and my legs would not have been remotely close to touching the ground. I would have been pinned by Mister L’s cock to his desk and ridden hard.) The bell would always ring right after he filled my newly used cunt and I’d have to sit at my desk with a slow, small ache between my legs as his cum soaked my panties, skirt and chair, but Mister L would smile at me and walk past and pat me on the head. You may have never taken me up on the good times Mister L, and you might have hated me, but I certainly enjoyed your class. ==================================================================================================================================================== Mid-term Grade Problem "Do you have a minute professor? I wanted to talk to you about my mid-term. It's just that, I know it counts towards 40% of the grade. I studied all weekend, but I don't know...I'm so worried. If there was anything I could do to help my grade, I would do it. I want to do whatever it takes...do you get what I'm saying? I need to keep my scholarship, professor. Whatever you say I should do to help my grade, whatever, I pretty much have to do it. Okay, what do you want me to write on the board? I'm a slut? I'll have to reach up on my tip-toes to write it at the top, just in case you were wanting to look up my skirt. There you go. (writing) I'm a slut...I'm a slut...do you know what would help me, professor? If you touched me (gasp) oh yeah, like that, on my thighs...my ass...even...oh, god can you feel how wet I am, professor? Haven't you always wanted to fuck one of your students? I've always wanted you to. Here, I'll keep writing and you just pull my panties off...down to the ground. (moan) Oh, god I can't believe we're doing this. I want you so bad, professor. Just push my face against the chalkboard and fuck me from behind. (big moan) oh fuck, oh fuck, it's so big, professor, oh god, oh it feels so good, your cock is so good...fuck me harder, pull my hair baby (moan) oh yes! Fuck your student. Fuck my little teenage body. Fuck my little whore pussy, don't pull out, professor, cum inside me. Blow your load in your little teenage slut. Oh god, oh god I can feel you cumming it's so good! (moaning orgasm) Oh, wow you were amazing, professor. Your dick is so perfect! I hope you don't mind if I tell the other girls and we get a little study session going with you. >> ===================================================================================================== Stress Relief (Hypnotized II) The late bell has rung and all the detention kids are scurrying away. School will be deserted in a few minutes and I swish into his room, all cute in my flowered sundress and Roman sandals. I can tell he likes it. I always know when he likes what I wear for him. There's a certain smile he has in his eyes when I'm wearing a skirt or anything dressy or hot and I see it now. "Hey, 'Lissa." he says. "What's up?" I make a pouty face and tell him that the college mess is stressing me out and I've had a headache all day and the general angst is just killing me. He offers to give me some aspirin, even though he's not supposed to. I'm his favorite student so he bends rules for me. I decline and then make the suggestion that’s brought me here today. "Remember back in 10th grade when you hypnotized me?" I say. I notice him do a sort of double-take. "That was a long time ago, but sure." He says carefully. "Why?" "All I remember is how completely relaxed I was afterwards and I could really use some relief now." "Uh huh." He replies and I see him listen for a minute to how quiet the school has become. "So could you do it again?" I ask. "Just like I did before?" He replies I touch my head. "Or maybe even go further than you did last time?" I say biting my lip. "I'd really like to sleep through the night tonight." He says sure and moves around shutting shades and locking doors. Then he rummages around in his bag till he finds the purple crystal. I ask him why he's been carrying it around with him and he says something vague about 'practicing' I think he's suspicious. I think he may know. But I don't see him stopping it. I sit down in the other desk chair and he sits across from me with the crystal. This time he's put some slow music on. I hear Cello; It's Bach. He starts the crystal moving and has me count backwards as he coaches me in his low voice. I feel myself falling backward suddenly, like before, only different, but I know the Cello Suite and I hold onto the melody to stay... I'm standing up in the middle of the room. He's looking at me carefully as if I might jump and scare him. "Hmmmm." He says. "Questions." "What's your middle name?" "Dawn." I tell him. "That's no secret." He tells himself. "That's on the computer." "Are you still a virgin?" He asks. I tell him no. "Tell me a secret, Melissa. Something you never told anyone." "I write stories." I reply. "Dirty stories and I masturbate to them." A warm feeling builds up in my nether regions "Some time in the future, you should bring them to me." He tells me and there's this sudden ‘ting’ in my brain like a computer that accepts a code. “Tell me another secret.” He says. “I love to suck cock.” I reply. "Who did you dress up for today." "You." I say and grimace internally. He knows. He must know. He’s playing with me and he won't go any fur..." "Uh huh. I bet you can take that dress off really quickly, can't you?" He says. "So do it." My pussy his soaking, now. I really can take it off quickly, but I don't. I reach back and undo the zipper and then pull it over my head in a slow motion, savoring the surprise I have for him. I did dress for him today. I am wearing a matching thong and half-bra from Victoria's Secret. "Very nice." He says with a suddenly dry mouth. He turns and gets his digital camera from the bag and takes a few shots. "Pose for me." He tells me. I do a hands on hip pose, hands behind back looking down pose and feel like a star as the flash goes off. "Nice sandals too. Like a roman slave girl." He says. I can barely hold still, I want to jump him so bad it hurts. "Get rid of the bra." He tells me. I undo the clip in the front and shed the lace and satin behind me. My breasts stand at attention for him. They don't count for much among the high school boys, but he loves them. The flash goes off again. "Now the thong." He says thickly. I roll the fabric off my hips and bend to push them off me. As I stand the flash goes off again. He walks around, staying at arms length, inspecting me. I yearn for him to put his hands on me, check how wet I am, see how close I shaved for him. "Tell me what you want now, Melissa." He murmurs in my ear. "Touch me." I say. And suddenly he is on me, rolling his hands over my body, kissing my neck and breasts. The sensations are confusing, but so good as I feel his passion seep into me and join with mine. It's tough to stand without reacting to this, but he hasn't ordered me to respond to him and somehow I can't move on my own. "Do you want to kiss me?" He asks as if he read my mind. "Oh, Yes." "Then do it." He says and puts his mouth on mine. His lips are soft and tender and he kisses the same way but with an underlying violence of passion that makes my knees weak. I try to match him and our tongues wrestle together like lovers. One of his hands finds my pussy and he begins stroking me as we kiss. I don't know where I am anymore; this isn't anything like what I do by myself. It's not like anything I ever felt with another person either. "Get on the desk." He says, suddenly and I hop up. He pulls his chair up and swings me around so that my pussy is right in his face and he bends to lick and suck on me. He buries himself in me, grunting with passion as he eats me. I feel myself begin to whimper lightly and I'm having a little trouble breathing. This feeling is building in a way I've never felt before. It's slower and somehow bigger and I'm sca..." "Are you on the pill?" He asks, startling me. "Yes" I reply. Wondering 'Why is he asking me tha...oh!' He stands up and enters me so fast I never see him undress. It feels so unreally fucking fantastic I can't believe it. He pushes me down and I lay back on the desk, knocking books and papers astray. "I want to watch you." He says. He goes slow, savoring every stroke, pushing himself all the way in and then pulling all the way out, watching me. One hand on my pussy, his thumb strumming my clit. The other hand is massaging my breasts. I can't help it and my hips start to move with him. I love his cock in me. The feeling thats been building starts to escalate. There's a small twinge deep down, then the vibration builds slowly at first, and then like the volume knob gets suddenly turned up. "Come for me, baby." He murmurs and I do and its sublime. It's tough being quiet. I feel like yelling 'yay!' at the top of my lungs. He pulls out of me then and I miss him. "I want to come in you, but that would be hard to explain." He says half to himself. I want to tell him, go ahead, but if he thinks I'm acting he might stop. "Get on your knees, Melissa." He tells me. I sigh and slide down off the desk. I know what he wants and I take his cock, slick with my cum and suck it deep into my throat. He gasps like he can't believe a girl like me can do that, but with him I can do anything. Working my tongue like a porn star I slide up and down his long thick tool. The feel of it in me and the anticipation of what is to come makes my pussy quiver again. Soon my lips feel the muscles of his cock jump and his breathing comes in small fast gasps. I moan a little as the first burst of his sweet cum hits me in the back of my throat. I gulp it down, continuing to work his cock till I milk every drop out. I feel warmth in my belly as I take in this part of him and make it mine. I continue to kiss his cock gently as it recedes and I want to tell him that I love him, but my words won't... I'm sitting in the desk chair across from him and he's snapping his fingers in front of my face. I'm dressed and so is he and I'm wet but not as wet as I should be. But I can still feel him touching me, smell him on me. Can't I? "Thought I'd lost you there, for a minute." He says. "How are you feeling?" "I don't feel that terrible headache or that knot in my back anymore." I say, wonderingly. It's true. I feel better than I have in weeks. I thank him and we make small talk while he packs up his stuff so we can walk out together. He sees me to my car and then gets into his. I shake my head and smile as I wave goodbye. It must've been the stress that made my dream life suddenly intrude so much. Or maybe there's more to hypnotism than I knew about, I definitely feel better and I know I'll sleep like a baby tonight. I just wish I knew if it really happened. Then I drop my keys in my lap as I try to start the car and when I fish them out, notice that my thong is missing. ============================================================================================ Teacher Script Erm... Excuse me, sir? I know you're probably really busy with our reports but... Uh... I was wondering if I could talk to you about my marks? I know! I know... My work's been slipping these last few months and I... Well I don't really have an excuse but... I REALLY need to get a better mark this term. I was... I was wondering if there's anything I could do to get a better grade? I mean, other than redoing ALL my work... I'll do anything, sir... ANYTHING... For YOU... If you want to? No, sir! Please don't leave! Please! I promise, I won't tell my mum or dad! I won't tell anyone! Please! I really need this! PLEASE! I know this is crazy, and I know you could get in trouble if anyone found out but I promise I won't tell ANYONE about this! Okay... Okay, just... Sit down and... And I know... I know you've been looking at me, sir... I made sure... When I came up to your desk this morning? I bent over... I know you tried to look at... To look at... These? It's okay... You can touch them if you like? Go ahea- OH! Oh... Oh fuck... Fucking... I... That feels good! Oh... Harder... Harde- AH! Yes... Oh... You want to kiss them? OK! Not your... No, don't bite too hard... Oh... Oh fuck yes! Yes! YES! Oh... Oh... Oh god... Sir... Wait... Just let me get the zip. Wait, let me take my panties off... Sir... I've... I'm still a virgin... OH!... Wait, let me hold on to you... I'll put my leg there... You want to see? Oh! Not too hard, please! No! Don't push too hard! OW! Ow... Owowow! Please, be gentle! Oh... Oh, that... Yeah, like that... Oh... FUCK!... Oh... More... Put... Put your tongue... Put your tongue inside me! Oh... OH! Yes! Fuck, YES! YES!... Ah... YES! Oh... My... That... I've never felt it like that before... Oh... Sir... I... What's that? A detention slip? But... Oh... You want me to stay after school again? Well... If it'll improve my marks, then I guess I could stay behind... Thank you sir! ===================================================================================================== Mr. C. catches me cheating (revised) “I need to see you after class,” he says. Normally I am thrilled when I hear that, but not today. Not today at all. When we’re alone he locks the door and pulls the shade, holding my paper in his hands. “Do you know what you’ve done?” “Yes,” I say in a small voice. “Say it.” He tells me and I feel like I’m about to cry. ”I got that paper off the Internet.” “You cheated,” he corrects me. “This is unbelievable. Plagiarism is a serious violation of the honor code. Do you know what this means?" He ticked it off on his fingers. “I report this to the principal, and guidance, and your parents, you lose your place on the cheerleading squad and it goes in your permanent record.” I cringe at his words. It’s like my whole life is coming apart. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I’m really sorry. I won’t do it again!” I plead, with tears in my eyes. “I’m afraid being sorry isn’t going to be enough,” he says. “All I have to do is pick up the phone.” "Please don't tell, Mr. C. I...I'll do anything if you don't tell.” ”Anything?” He smiles. “What kind of ‘anything’ He’s got me right where he wants me, and I don’t really mind. “Anything you want me to do.” I touch my breast through my shirt as I look at him. “Anything at all.”’ “What do you know how to do?” He asks wryly. I take his hand in mine and started sucking on his fingers, “I-I’ve done plenty,” I say. I see the lust in his eyes as he watches me pretend I’m sucking his cock. “You’re mine if I don’t turn you in,” he says. “You’re a dirty little schoolgirl and I own you.” “Yes,” I agree, feeling faint. “Say it,” He commands “I’m a dirty little schoolgirl and you own me.” I say it and a feeling comes over me like I’ve never felt before. I am his dirty little schoolgirl. I’m even dressed like it today in my plaid skirt and chunky shoes and I feel so dirty and excited. “The minute you disobey or displease me, I can make that phone call. Got it?” His tone makes me wetter. “Yes sir.” I whisper. I can hardly believe this. I never knew I wanted to be someone’s slave before. “Get on your knees and keep rubbing your tits.” He tells me and he watches as he walks around his desk. I get on my knees and put both hands on my chest and start to touch myself. I hear him unzip his zipper and I feel myself begin to salivate. He steps in front of me and pulls his cock out of his pants. “You want this, don’ t you?” He asks. “Yes.” I whisper. “I want your cock in my mouth. I’ll make you feel so good.” He tells me to take off my shirt and he rubs the head of his cock over my lips as I unbutton it and undo my bra, shedding both of them behind me. Then he lets me take his cock in me and I give him my best as I get hotter and hotter. He’s big like I like it and he feels so right inside me. Too soon he pulls out and tells me to stand up. Then he puts his hands all over me as we kiss. “Strip.” He tells me but he doesn’t stop kissing and touching me. It’s all I can do to get my skirt unzipped with all the feelings building up in me. The minute I get it down his hand is in my panties and it feels so perfect to have him rubbing my pussy. It’s like he knows exactly how I like to be touched and I forget what I’m doing until he reminds me. I slip out of my shoes and then unstuck my panties and take them off. Soon I am standing naked ,except for my socks. I can’t keep my eyes off his cock. “You ready to fuck me, dirty schoolgirl?” He asks and all I can do is nod. He sits down on the floor and tells me to sit on him. He makes me sit on top of him and put his cock inside me myself. I ride him for a while as he strokes my chest and plays with my nipples. Then he pulls me down and kisses me. I can’t believe I’m finally kissing my teacher! I get even hotter as we tongue wrestle. I’m just riding the wave when I feel his hand slap my ass. For a second, I stop and whimper. But stopping doesn’t feel as good as moving and it wasn’t so bad really… “Bad girl likes her spanking?” He asks as he slaps me again. I moan and tell him yes because I don’t understand it but I really do like it. He pushes up into me and I feel his cock deep inside me. Now he’s alternating hard slaps with each hand on my cheeks and chewing on my neck. I feel like a rag doll, the feelings are all so fantastic and so confusing and they are throwing me around. I start coming and don’t stop until after he fills my belly with his cum. He makes me clean him up, sucking his cock and balls dry of our cum. Then he makes me promise to serve him for the rest of the year. I sniffle a bit as I rub the raw wound on my neck and feel my sore ass but I agree because I can’t wait for our next afterschool session. ==================================================================================================== OC The Rite of Shiva From "Touch2" by VK 1/3 It's the summer after graduation and you are riding your bike by my house like you have been since Spring really got serious. I see you pull over and take out your water bottle. You drink for a bit, and then pour some of it on your face. I want to lick it off you so bad it hurts. I stand up and call to you. You squint for a bit, but then you recognize me and wave. I motion for you to come toward me and as you get closer I see you check me out. I was sunning, so I'm wearing my skimpiest bikini and you get a nice eyeful. My pussy gets wet as I see the outline of your cock through your tight bike shorts. Your sweet face is flushed and your hair is curling up at the ends. I see your strong arms and I want them around me. "You look like you could use a dip in the pool." I say, handing you my glass of ice water. You thank me and take a long drink. I watch the motion of your throat and think of biting it. The breeze picks up and I watch you savor the coolness. "What are you listening to?" I ask. You hand me the headphones and I give a listen. I don't recognize the song, but I like it. Its got a heavy dance feel and then I hear a girl with an English accent sing "...rolling in the grass with a green-eyed lolita..." and I see it all like a movie plot unrolling. I ask you stupid questions to get you to stay, but it's soon apparent that you don't want to go anywhere. We're making small talk but I can see there is something else going on. I can't take my eyes off the outline of your cock through your bike shorts. You can't keep your eyes off my bikini and my protruding nipples. You're just realizing that I'm not your student anymore and that you can have me if I'm willing. I have to let you know how willing I am. "No ones home." I say. "No one'll be home till 6." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Rite of Shiva From "Touch2" by VK 2/3 "Is that right?" You say. "I think I would like a dip in that pool." Then you kick your shoes off and pull your tank top over your head. Taking my hand as you stand up, you say, "Coming?" I can't speak, I'm so horny suddenly. I let you pull me up and when I am standing, we bump into each other. Our brief contact is electrifying. You kiss me quickly on the lips and jump into the water. I wait a stunned half second and then jump in after you. You swim away from me, diving and occasionally turning to smile and laugh as I determinedly follow. When I get to you, I try to dunk you and we wrestle a bit until the closeness of our two warm bodies in the cold water creates a reaction. I'm not sure when it starts but we kiss again, more tenderly and then the splashing stops and the fireworks start going off in my pussy. I get lost in our kissing. You are hungry and thirsty and I am all you need. You drink from me as I put my hands over your body, tracing the muscles of your back, arms and chest. Your arms are around me and one hand is under my bathing suit, cradling my ass. The other hand is busy too as I find out when my top suddenly falls off. Your hands squeeze my newly freed nipples and I cry out. "I want you," You say, looking so deeply into my eyes I think I might fall in. "I want you too," I tell you and you pull your shorts off, freeing your hard cock to bump against my leg. "Not here, lover," I tell you. "The garden. No one will see us" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Rite of Shiva 3/3 From "Touch2" by VK We climb out of the pool and fall onto the grass together. We kiss, rolling in the grass as you help me take my bottom off. Now naked together, the scent of honeysuckles surrounding us we stop time and just look at each other. You laugh and pull me to you and you enter me as we lay side by side. We kiss more slowly now as your cock fills and feeds me. After a bit, you roll me on top of you and suckle on my breasts as I grind myself into you. The water that had cooled us is drying now and I imagine that it is the steadily increasing heat inside of me that is drying us. I want you on top of me. I want to watch you make me come. I start to roll off of you and you follow, never disengaging until I am under you and you are slowly fucking me. You are so beautiful and you are giving far more pleasure than you are taking. All at once, like a symphony coming to a close, I come in a sunburst of color, you cry out as you pump me full of your seed and the sprinklers come on to cool us. In the center of this explosion we lay tenderly kissing as the steam rises from us. ==================================================================================================== Study Fantasy I had this fantasy, whenever I studied for his tests. I had such a crush on this fucking brilliant man, and adored everything about him. Anytime I picked up a book to prep for his class, my clit would swell and tingle. It got to the point that I couldn’t study his subject any longer, without fingering myself to several orgasms, because every word I read, I could hear him whispering sensually in my naked ear. My fantasy often had him tied naked in a chair, in whatever room I was studying in, watching me, offering insights, and snaking into my libido with that velvet voice of his. Every now and then I’d remove another piece of clothing for him, slowly baring myself to taunt him, and he would tell me how beautiful I was, and what he longed to do to that area I just exposed to him. And each time I looked over at him, his gorgeous cock would be fuller and firmer, and soon, dripping endlessly from its umbrella’d tip, for want of me. When I was done studying, I would go over to him, and recite what I had learned, all the while masturbating in his face, and before I finished my recitation, he would be begging for me to take him, any way I wished. Some nights, I’d imagine swallowing his cock and all its contents as he moaned his lust for me. Other nights, I might mount and ride him furiously, to my cunt’s content, until he came hard, screaming my name, and filling my honeypot with his soaking desire for me. Tonight, I imagined something new...untying him, kneeling face down and ass up, then simply telling him it was his turn to take me...any way he wanted. Tonight, I came harder than ever, lost in this vision. Tomorrow, I will start thinking about how to make this happen for real. ================================================================================================================= "She Finally Makes Her Move on Her Teacher Crush" Oh, I sure tried. I teased you as hard as my inexperienced teenage brain could figure out at the time. I dressed up for you, showing off my long toned dancer’s legs, and as much cleavage as I could get away with in school. You never bit back then—and I gave you plenty of openings—and in some way I love you more for it. The girl I was couldn’t have handled it, but the woman I am now is totally ready. You’ve never been far from my mind as we are still Facebook friends. I’ve posted things that I hoped you read, hoped you understood were for you, and tried to be content with that. But tonight, tonight when you came to my work and sat in my section and I served you your dinner….all the time I felt your eyes on me, checking me out and I knew. I knew that I wanted you, wanted to serve you dinner forever, serve myself to you, or serve you any way you say.. So I made my move. As I handed back your credit card and receipt, our hands touched and our eyes met as I slipped you my cel number and told you when my shift ended... Now I’m waking up with you in your sunny bedroom, my hair is all tussled from our sex last night and I’m ready for more with the man I’ve been dreaming about all these years. ================================================================================================================== Slave 4 U (He controls me) 1/7 "This is it," you tell me. "Are you ready?" I tell you that I understand what I am getting into. I have butterflies but your voice reassures me. Ever since that night last year after the prom we have explored many of our desires in our brief times together in this secret relationship. This is a step I have been dying to take for months and we have talked about it a lot. I am to be yours today, totally. I am your slave and you will use me in any way you like. I know I will be hurt today, hurt and humiliated, though I don’t know how or how much. Though I am a little scared, I’m far more excited by it. You lead me down to your basement and into a room in the rear. The walls are old concrete and stone and the ceiling is run with pipes. There is a strange looking workbench in one corner and a stand of photographic lights throwing the opposite wall into brightness. The room is clean but dank. The lights are not that bright but they do serve to keep the rest of the room dark. I wonder if you are filming this and hope you are. You order me to strip and lean against the curious workbench to watch, idly flipping a riding crop against your thigh. I hadn't noticed before, but you’re wearing totally hot leather jeans. You were very particular about how I was to be groomed and what I was to wear today, so I take care taking it off. I kick off my short boots and begin to unbutton my top. I can’t see you anymore. You’re somewhere in the darkness. I feel a chill as I shrug the shirt off my shoulders and, finding no place to hang it, lay it on the cement floor. My tank top follows. I’m not wearing any underwear today. My fingers are trembling a little as I undo the button of my low-cut jeans. I bend down as I peel them off me and push them to the side. "Fold the clothes neatly and put them in a pile," you say from close by. I squat down to do it, but feel the riding crop sting my shoulder. "Do it on your knees, slave." ------------------- 2/7 I change my position as you order and continue to fold my clothes. You take the pile from me and put it somewhere in the darkness. I’ve been naked with you many times before but it feels different now; even more so when you place a thick leather collar around my neck and tightly tie my wrists together behind my back. You order me to stand at attention and walk around playing the crop over my body. The leather tip teasing my nipples, my belly, and my ass. You are inspecting me and that makes me so hot. You notice me watching you and the crop lashes out and catches me on a nipple. "Eyes on the floor, slave," you order. "Yes, Master," I say as I lower my head and am unprepared for the feeling that comes over me. I’m ready to surrender everything to you and I’m so wet and horny I can’t believe I’m not dripping. My nipple is a white-hot spot and it feels so very good. I feel your hand moving over the lips of my pussy. I shaved myself bare for you as instructed and I since I don’t feel the sting of the crop I know that it pleases you. Your fingers enter me and I feel a rush. "You’re wet," you tell me. "All for you, Master," I say You laugh bitterly and suddenly you pull my arms up behind my back, bending me forward. The riding crop strikes my ass three times hard and quick. I gasp at the sensations but it feels good, better than I expected. "You’re a lying slut," you tell me. You push me forward, towards the strange workbench. Up close it looks more like a doctor's examination table. You bend me over the table, hold my neck and press my face into the cushions. Your hand enters my pussy again and I am tossed between the violence and the sexiness of it. "You dirtied yourself with a boy," you sneer. "You didn’t keep yourself pure for me." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 3/7 "No, master," I say, ashamed. "The first day I touched you, the bond was set," you say. "You were mine and mine alone from that day forward. Didn’t you know that?" It’s true and I nearly cry when you say it. "Yes, Master!". "But you betrayed me, little slut!" You say. You untie my arms but only long enough to pull them in front me and shackle them to a chain at the other end of the table. You pull my head up by my hair and force me to look at you. "I’m going to give you what little sluts deserve." For a wild moment, I’m worried that you’re really angry about it "Thank you, Master," I say weakly as I try to remember my ‘safe’ word. Then he starts whipping me and I lose all train of thought. Thop! Thop! Thop! Thop! Thop! The short whip savages my ass, legs and pussy as I writhe in my bonds. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4/7 Then you loosen the chain and pull me up, before roughly spinning me around and pushing me down on my back. My thrashed ass protests as I hit the cold vinyl. You attach the chain lower down on the table and then do something to raise a section of the bench by my legs. Soon I am firmly strapped to the new longer, bench with my behind me. I’m pulled up so that my breasts are sticking out and my legs lashed so they’re spread apart slightly. Then the crop comes down on my chest and I can’t contain my moan. You're whipping me fast on my breasts and my pussy alternately. Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! My tits are on fire! And the pain rockets through me, doubling up with the pleasure and forcing me into orgasm. You notice of course and this makes you whip me harder, on my thighs and belly. "This waist was made for a corset," you tell me. As you rain blows down on my shaved cunt I cant’ help but scream and cry. You tell me I’m making too much noise and the whipping stops. "What’s this I found in your jeans?" You ask, holding a pair of my panties in your hand. "Were you permitted underwear?" "I thought..for after...I’m sorry Master!" I say quickly. "Shut your lying mouth," You say casually and rub the the panties over my face and the push them in my mouth. Its such a perfect gesture and it fills me with a wave of pure desire but--these panties taste funky and mine were clean. I make a protesting noise and hear you chuckle ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 5/7 "Oh. Oops," you say, holding up the panties I’d shoved in my pocket after dressing. "Those must belong to some other dirty slut I fuck," You say with a nasty sneer. Suddenly, I want to tell you that I love you. I hadn’t noticed what you were doing after you gagged me but now I see you have a candle in your hand. I’m afraid for a moment that you are going to burn my nipple with the flame, when I see the wax drip and fall right into the center. I scream through my gag. You quickly move over my body, dotting me with wax here and there. The back of my arms, my hips, my legs. I feel like I must be covered in dark red wax. I wonder if it looks like blood. As the wax drips it feels hot and painful for a moment then the wax spreads and cools forming a crust that numbs the pain from the riding crop. I feel like my tits and ass must be bruised and scarred. But I don’t really care. I am nothing but pure arousal. My Master can do whatever he wants with me. You sense that somehow. Sense that I have totally surrendered to you. You put the candle down and pull the sodden panties from my mouth. "I’m sorry, Master," I tell you, tears welling up. "I’ll never disobey you again. I’ll do anything you want, anything!" "I know," you say. But nothing else. You undo my ankles and detach the chain holding my arms to the bench. Then you attach a thin metal leash to a ring in my collar before undoing the cuffs binding my wrists. You pull on the leash and I get off the bench. I look down at myself, expecting a bruised bloody and dirty mess, but it's not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. --------------------------------------------------------------- 6/7 You pull my leash to the wall. Up by the corner, there are some shackles. They look very old and like they’re made of iron. They are very cold as you clasp them around my sore wrists. They force me to back up close against the irregular points of the stone wall and it’s like an electric shock when the stone touches my ass. I’m full in the light again and you disappear into the darkness. When you come back you’re coiling what looks like a huge black snake in your hands. As you get close to me I see that it’s a bullwhip. You walk up and slam my body with the weight of the coiled whip. I’m getting kind of scared now. It’s a really big whip. You turn suddenly and the whip flashes out with a loud ‘CRAAAAK’ I jump and my pussy responds warmly. "Who do you belong to? You ask. "You, my Master," I reply "Since when?" You say as you pull the whip back. "Since that night you massaged my leg and fixed my cramp. Ever since then I’ve been meant for you. Only you." I say as earnestly as I can but my voice is breaking. "You think you can serve me faithfully now?" you ask. I nod. "With all my heart," I manage to croak out as the tears fall. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7/7 You look into my eyes and see what you are looking for. You drape a loop of the bullwhip around my neck and pull my lips to yours. We kiss for the first time all day and it’s like warm light for my heart. We make out for a while and I’m frustrated that I can’t touch you with my hands shackled. I feel you undo your pants and warm with anticipation. Suddenly you push yourself into me, pushing me back into the wall. I moan and cry out in pleasure and pain all at once. You start thrusting into me roughly and I’m just along for the ride as my senses and my emotions roll through me. You’re grinding my aching butt into the rough stone of the wall but the feel of you in me, the feel of you kissing me makes me feel like I am made of incandescent white light. I come even though it doesn’t seem physically possible. I’ve lost count of how many times tonight and when you pump me full of your semen, I do it again. You hold me against the wall until all of your cum is in me before you let me go. I’m still dizzy, coming down from my high when you step back into the darkness. You come back holding a small enamel bucket and a metal contraption. I’m confused. I expected you to unshackle me and take me upstairs, but no, you attach cuffs to my ankles and use the bar to spread my legs. The bucket fits into a ring in the bar. I hear a drip of our cum fall into the bucket. You stand up and look at me, smiling remotely. "As a sign of your devotion, you will stay down here while I take a nap." "Yes, Master," I say meekly. "And when I come back, you will drink whatever falls in that bucket." I gasp and another wave of desire floods me. "Yes, Master,"I say. "You pleased me, tonight," you say then you disappear again and I am alone. "I love you," I whisper, hoping you will hear me and wondering how just hanging here is testing my devotion. Then it occurs to me how much I have to pee. (He only left me there long enough to get dinner started. Then he brought me upstairs and we cuddled on the couch and he was as gentle stroking me as he was hard at whipping me" ======================================================================================================== Mr Cotton takes my cherry (megaslut) Revised see entry for 10/2/03 It had to happen. A teacher took one of my stories while I was working on it. Thank God it was him. He made me stay after class to talk about it. He waited till everyone was gone before he said anything. ‘I could give it away to anybody of course, but why not an experienced man who will make sure I enjoy it?” He read and I blushed. “What were you going to call it? “Why I Want To Lose My Virginity to An Older man?” “Melissa, is this something you’re just writing about or really thinking about? Because it seems a little dangerous and I don’t want you to get hurt.” “You’ve just proved my point,” I told him. “Boys just don’t care about that. They only really care if they get off.” “But they are your age.” “Girls mature faster than boys, you’ve said that yourself, in class.” I told him. “Well, yeah…,” he agreed and I pressed on. “Do you believe that a girl should choose who she does it with?” ”Always,” he said. “Well, I choose you,” I said, “I already feel really close to you, y’know, since you hypnotized me.” This startled him a little but I really wanted to win this argument and if he thought I knew what had already happened… "Okay, you got me,” he replies. "Lets say I take you up on it. Do you really want it to happen this afternoon in school?" I said no, and we agreed to meet this weekend so he could take me to his place. I dressed really nicely for him in my black skirt and a silky orange top that set off my eyes. I wore white stockings and my favorite chunky mary jane shoes. He met me at the store and we drove to his house. I was nervous but he made me feel good by just talking to me like I was a normal girl, and not one of his students. Once the door was shut, he took me in his arms and started kissing me. It was a little scary at first but he was a really good kisser and I got into it. His hands went all over me and his touch was just as good as I remembered it. After a while we stopped and had a drink of water. Then we went into the living room and he lit a fire in the fireplace. We sat on the couch and started making out again. We kissed until I wasn’t nervous at all anymore, just excited. He timed it perfectly, unbuttoning my shirt slowly as we kissed and the fire inside me grew. Each new thing we did, when he touched my breast or felt my legs seemed to make my excitement multiply. Eventually he slid the silk shirt off my shoulders and I felt freer. I couldn’t keep my hips still so I stopped trying to. He seemed to like it anyway. The room was getting warmer as the fire in the fireplace roared and I slid my tights off, feeling the goosepimples on my bare legs. He sat up and pulled me to him and I wrapped my legs around him as we sat in each others laps. He ran his hands up and down my thighs as we sat. I looked at him in wonder as he slowly undid my bra, exposing my breasts. He just looked at them awhile, then his hands and mouth were on them and I stopped thinking and just felt. The fire on my left, his lips and tongue on my shoulders, arms, chest nipples and the warmth in my pussy. “I want to be naked with you,” I said, startling myself. He responded by unzipping my skirt and standing up. He lifted me up with him and the skirt fell away. I unbuttoned the rest of his buttons while he undid his pants and underwear. Soon we were naked, except for my panties and I fell into his embrace. He walked me down a hall and into his bedroom. It was cooler there so we dived into the softness of the down comforters. He laughed and kissed me again. “My panties!” I said suddenly. I wanted to be naked. “I’ll get them,” he said, and his head disappeared beneath the sheets. I felt him kissing my body as he pushed me onto my back and it felt amazing. I looked up at the wooden ceiling as he sucked on my breasts and then kissed his way down my belly just feeling it all. Then his two hands on either side of my hips pulled my panties down and off me. Finally, I was naked with this man. I expected him to come back up and hoped to feel his mouth on my nipples again, but he drove his tongue into my virgin pussy instead. I had dreamed of this ever since that night, but the reality blew me away. I felt like an electric wire was sparking from my pussy to my head as he went down on me. I got frustrated and wanted to see, so I pushed the covers off of us and he looked up at me and smiled. “Do you like this?” He asked and the vibration of his voice sent another wave of pleasure through me. I managed to squeeze out a ‘yes’ before my orgasm took over. It was huge, but I still wanted more. He was still sucking on me but I could feel that he was doing something with his hands. When he rose to his knees, he had a condom on. “You ready?” He asked, sweetly. “Ye-“ I cleared my throat. “Yes, I am.” He pulled the covers around him and scooted forward. I spread my legs and I could feel his cock bumping against my thighs. It made me even hotter. He leaned over me and looked into my eyes. “Are you really sure, Melissa?” He asked. “You only get to lose this once.” I love him for asking, but I am now impatient to have him in me. I know if I look or sound unsteady or confused, he might stop. So I make sure my voice is normal when I tell him. “This is what I want. You are who I want.” “Okay.” He says and kisses me again. We lock mouths passionately and soon our hands are all over each other and all my nervousness is just lost in this tidal wave of feeling. There’s no signal that I notice, no big buildup. He just rolls gently on top of me and the tip of his cock is centered on my waiting pussy. Another moan escapes me and I push my hips forward. He smiles and pushes back. It hurts a littlem but it felt so much better than it hurt, and soon all the pain is gone, forgotten, and I just feel fantastic. He’s loving it too and I’m so grateful. This doesn’t feel wrong at all. It’s so very right, it’s the opposite of wrong. The feeling building in me is familiar but the intensity is new. I’m using my hips to meet his thrusts. I look up at this man and he’s so hot. He’s sweating like he’s working hard but he has the most wonderful look on his face and I put it there. He’s not seeing me as a teacher sees a student, but as a man sees a girl---no, a woman. Then his breathing changes and I feel his cock seem to jump inside me. He gives out with a loud groan and I know he’s coming. It goes on a long time and I join in. Then he almost collapses on me. He’s still inside me, but he’s shrinking. “How do you feel?” He whispers in my ear. I can’t seem to make words. I smile and kiss him tenderly. After a while of just holding me, he gets up, holding onto the base of his penis and walks off to the bathroom. Naked and alone in his bed, I look down and see just a little blood on the sheet. I feel like it should scare me, but it doesn’t. We cuddled in his bed for another hour and then I had to get back. He kept asking me how I was and I kept telling him that I made the right choice. In the end he knew I was right. I could feel him watching me walk away after he dropped me off. I headed home from the store that day feeling so free and so new--like a woman. Like a loved woman. ======================================================================================================== One (Prom ) Night Out of Time You open the door wide and there I am. I am dressed killer. Bathed and scented down to the skin, my lithe and toned legs are smooth as marble and covered in silk. My makeup is perfect; my hair is shiny and falls gently down my back. My dress is a two piece number in light pink brocade. The top is a bandeau with spaghetti straps, the long skirt is gathered at one side and slit to halfway up my thigh. A diamond sits in my belly. I am dressed to bring men to their knees. I am dressed for the Junior Prom. You smile to see such a vision. “Wow,” you say, then your brain takes over and you look like you’re going to ask a question. "You told me you wanted to see my dress, remember?" I tell you. A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away, upset. “I had such a lousy time.” “Oh, poor baby, I know all about nightmare proms. Come in, come in,” you say and you put a consoling arm on my bare shoulder, that does more than console. “What happened?” You ask and I tell you the sad story: The breakup phone call this afternoon, the uncomfortable drive to the hall in separate cars, the bad food and the distracted company. “I find it hard to believe he still dumped you after seeing you tonight.” I turn and hug you then. Pressing my half-naked body against yours gives me such at thrill. “But why come here?” you ask into my hair. “You wanted to see the dress, remember? You said so this afternoon,” I reply as I nuzzle your chest, breathing in your essence. "Sure," you reply, confused. "But I thought you'd show me pictures or something. At school." "You'd better get your camera then," I tell you. "I bailed early and didn’t get any done." "I'll get my camera,” you say. I don’t want to let you go, but I do. You come back with a regular camera, not digital, and a tripod and set it up in the large kitchen/dining room. I stand in the kitchen in my dress and you can't seem to keep your eyes off my belly. Or the slit up the skirt and the flash of my leg. You have never seen anything so beautiful in your life and you tell me so. You’re so sweet and it makes me ache for you that much more. You pose me like a pro and I ask you about that. You tell me you've done photography as a hobby for years. You burn through a roll in record time. You tell me I’m a good model and you wouldn’t mind working with me again. I know what I think you mean by this and thrill at the words. You look indecisive then and I don’t want you to think too much about what is happening so I walk up to you and put my hands on your chest. "Could you, you know, dance with me?" I ask. "Sure." You say with a smile. "What song?" "Something slow," I say, looking around as you go to the stereo in the living room. I saw candles when I entered. I find and light them before turning out the kitchen lights. I hear some clicking and then music starts. When you come back, you are wearing a tuxedo jacket over your t-shirt and my heart skips a beat at the sweetness of the gesture. You tell me the candles are a good idea and then you take my hand for the dance. I don't recognize the song, but it's slow and beautiful. You hold me medium-close and I pull you closer. One beautiful song leads to another and we turn slowly around the kitchen and I'm starting to feel better than I have all day. "Thank you for this--mock prom," I mumble into your neck. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather go to a mock-prom with," you say and I can't help but laugh. "It’s good to hear your laugh”. "He was an immature asshole anyway," I say, pouting. "You smell fantastic,” you say. "I apologize, I must smell like..." "You're wonderful," I cut you off. I've been drinking in your smell since we started dancing, and loving it. "You're the wonderful one,” you say after awhile. "Wonderful and lovely." "Can I tell you something?" I ask, after a longer silence just being close. "Sure," you murmur. "I want you to make love to me." You actually stumble a bit in shock, but you don’t let go of me. You suck in your breath and hold it for a long time. "Ooooohhh Melissa," you say regretfully "It wouldn't be right. I would be taking advantage. It would be rape." "If anyone is raping anyone it’s me doing it to you," I tease. "And it would be right. It really would. I'm not some airhead idiot being hysterical. You know me." "I do know you, and I care about you. I have a resp---" "Please?" I'm tearing up. "I really want this night to be special and if this happens it won't be ruined! I’m close to bawling but I hold it in. “Oh, ‘lissa.” I hear your anguish. “I know you want me." I say, holding your eyes. "I see the way you're looking at me. The way you always look at me." I tell you. "You want me as much as I want you. Just let this one night out of time happen." " ’One night out of time,’ " you repeat. Then the pause that feels like forever, until you say, “OK.” Then, you put your mouth on mine and we make out as we dance. You cradle my face as we begin and then your hands move around always coming back to the bare skin around my middle. I don’t know how to kiss you at first but I figure it out and it’s wonderful. After a nice long time, the music stops and we break. We stand looking at each other and you tell me to wait while you make the rest of the house suitable. I take a moment in the bathroom to fix my makeup and when I dip a hand into my silk panties if find my pussy slick with anticipation. When I come out of the bathroom there is new music playing and candlelight is coming from every room. "Where are you?" I call. "Here," you reply as you step into the room. Somehow, you have found the rest of a tuxedo, except for the tie and you are so totally hot my knees almost give out. “Does that camera have a timer?” I ask suddenly. It does, and we pretend we are standing in a fake gazebo and I have my dream prom shot. "Let's dance a little more." You say and I can't wait to be in your arms. Dancing is different now as you spend more time kissing my exposed shoulders and neck, slowly driving me crazy. So caught up am I in your mouth and eyes and your body with mine, that I hardly notice that we are now outside the bedroom. You see me notice and when I look up, you touch my face gently. “I don’t know if I can control myself much longer,” you tell me, and I practically come right there. “You can stop this at any time, just by saying the word. We can go on dancing and making out till you have to leave, or whatever, but I would really like to take you to bed.” My heart leaps at this. I smile and take your hand in both of mine and back up, pulling you into the room with me. You take over and pull me to the end of the bed. We stand facing each other and I see you checking me for doubt. I don’t have any. You trail your hands down my arms giving me the pleasant shivers, and then you sit down on the edge of the bed and kiss my stomach. Half kissing, half licking, you swirl your tongue around my belly ring and it’s that exciting, just shy of being ticklish, feeling. I push your jacket open and off your shoulders. You shrug out of it and my hands start undoing the studs on the shirt. Your hands have been a comfort and a tease resting on my hips, now they move up my back and find the zipper of the bandeau. Like an archeologist discovering treasure, I get the final stud and find your skin. You have made your own discovery as my top slides down my arms and your mouth and hands find my ready nipples. You stand and press our naked skins together and the feel is electric, comforting and exciting all at once. I feel the bulge of your cock pressing against my leg as you are kissing or touching the entire expanse of my upper body now, possessing me. I have my naked arms all the way around you stroking your skin and feeling your muscles. Now I turn my attention to your pants, undoing the belt and finding the clasp. My fingers fumble and I give a little impatient growl that makes you laugh. Finally the zipper is down and the formal trousers fall to the floor. My hand strays to stroke your cock through your boxer shorts. Now you growl and undo the long zipper of my skirt. I feel it fall away from me and you pull back to look at me. Your breathing gets heavier as you see my garter belt and stockings and the silk of my panties. I dressed to slay and by all accounts I have my first victim right where I want him. You kiss down my neck and breasts, your hands on my hips again. Soon you are kneeling in front of me and your thumbs are hooked on the sides of my panties. I secretly thank God that I remembered to put them on last. You kiss down my belly and right above my pussy as you roll the panties down my legs. I almost stumble stepping out of them as your mouth explores my wetness. Your hands slide up and down my stockinged legs and the touch is like warm electricity. I can barely keep my balance in my heels as your tongue finds my special spot and triggers my first orgasm of the night, the one that’s been building since I parked the car. I cry out in joy and you chuckle and I feel the vibration in my stomach. You stand, then and kiss me so softly and tenderly that I nearly sob. “Get on the bed,” you whisper, looking into my eyes. “Put me there,” I reply and you pick me up and swing me around. I feel totally in your power as you lay me out, tenderly spreading my hair out on the pillow. I feel like a porn star, lying in your bed with my heels and stockings on, and a big part of me likes that. I want to dare you to get the camera but I don’t want to postpone what I want most of all. You get on the bed with me now, and you spread my legs, grasping the first part of me you ever touched. You bend to kiss me and I am suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to touch your lips. We make out for a time, our hands all over each other and I wonder how long you can hold out. When will you take your pleasure from me? “Fuck me,” I beg you. “Oh, please fuck me now!” I say when I can’t stand it anymore.* You grin and soon I feel the head of your cock pressing against my wet cunt. I look into your eyes and see what I have always known; you love me. You push and I welcome you inside with a sigh. You groan long and low as you fill me and complete me and it is full-on good! You’re thrusting now and I drink in the look on your face as you take your pleasure. I am building to another whopper, getting so hot that I can give you this, show my love for you like this. With a sexy groan you come, filling me with your seed and putting more fuel on my fire with warmth. You kiss me again and nuzzle my neck. I want to come and I know just how to make it good for both of us. I ask you to roll over and when you ask why I just smile and say ‘watch’. When you are on your back I kneel in between your legs and start sucking our mixed cum off your cock. While I am bathing your cock and balls with my tongue I start to rub my clit with my hands. I lock my eyes on yours as I do this, and I love the surprised and lusty way you watch me. I want you to always see me this way, your girl, your woman, your servant. I come as I am thinking this and it’s such a joyful release that I yell out loud. I crawl up and collapse on you and you put your arms around me and gently stroke my face. I have never felt so warm, possibly because I had never felt as cold as I felt that afternoon. I cuddle closer. I feel like I belong here. We talk about nothing at all for a while, just savoring this closeness and I thank you. You explain 'reciprocity' to me, thank me back, and then tell me your own nightmare prom stories till I can’t stop laughing. Too soon, it’s time for me to go. You get my bag from the car and provide me with a hanger for my dress. I let you watch me change into my street clothes and even let you take a few pictures, but you tell me that no picture will ever capture how much this night meant to you. I have to agree. The night out of time was the night for all time. MT *(I know that in real life despite how much we wanted one another, neither one of us would have gotten near this point without first having the contraception/safe sex negotiation. There is far too much mutual respect and affection here, aiight?.- MT) ======================================================================================================== Mr Cotton makes me make the grade (revised) 9/14/04 It's winter vacation near the end of the first semester of my senior year. I'm in Mr. Cotton's Issues in Historical Studies class and for the first time in my life, I am behind on a major project. Mr Cotton is not happy with me but he has agreed to help me with the citations for my final paper over the weekend. We can't use the school so I'm going over to his house to use his library. I get there late in the morning as a light snow is falling, and he shows me into his office/library. That’s where the real trouble starts. I don’t know what’s up with me today, but I can’t concentrate. Maybe it’s this first real look at his house and his home office. He described it to our class in Creative last year so I’m sort of familiar with all the different things he has on the shelves, seashells and photographs from all over, toys and the one thing that keeps drawing my eyes: Handcuffs. He’s got a pair hanging off a high shelf. He never mentioned those at all. I’m sitting across from his desk at a small worktable facing him. He notices me not working and gives me a look. “You’d better pick up the pace. You don’t want to spend all day here,” he says. “What do I have to do? Chain you to the desk so you concentrate?” “Chain me to the desk?” I repeat, laughing nervously. I shake my head as Anger and excitement rush through me. I try to work again but I can’t keep my eyes off of them. He notices, of course. “What’s the matter, Melissa?” He asks. “You’ve never seen handcuffs before? Well, if they’re such a distraction up there, I’ll put them somewhere else. I’m lost in the sudden fantasy of him cuffing my wrists together—I don’t notice what he’s really doing when I feel the metal of the handcuff cool on my ankle. He really did it. He chained me to my desk! The thought was one thing, but now that he’s done it I feel super horny. But I put my pen on the page and begin writing. I get a lot done but I’m starting squirm. I put my hand up and he comes over. “I really have to pee,” I tell him. “Finish that citation, first.” he tells me. And then he stands over me as I write. When I’m done he picks it up and slowly reads over it. I’m getting antsy, now. I really have to pee, but I obey. Finally, he reaches down and unlocks my ankle. I scurry to the bathroom trying to make sense of what I’m feeling. I was totally in his power and I didn’t complain. I really liked it. When I came back he told me what I had to fix in the paper and I asked him about the handcuffs. He told me they were from his bad old days as a punk and he kept them for nostalgic reasons. I know there’s more to it than that, but I can’t get him to give anything away. “Look,” I finally say. “Can we make a deal?” “What kind of deal,” he says jingling the cuffs in one hand. “If I finish the citations and fix the conclusion like you said, will you show me how to…how to use the handcuffs?” “You finish the work and we’ll talk,” He says, nodding. And I sit down and write, more focused than I have ever been. * He honors the deal and tells me a little about how he used to play with them with girls. He’s trying to educate me, I can tell and that makes me smile inside. But I begin to sense some stirrings in him as he recalls his old exploits. I do what I can to make him uncomfortable. Slipping the cuffs on my wrist and posing like I’m tied up. Finally, I get the reaction I’ve been looking for. “You can only do this kind of stuff with someone you trust,” he tells me for the second time. “Do you trust me?” I tell him I do and then listen as he explains the rules of this kind of play. I pick a ‘safety word’ that I can use if I get uncomfortable with what is happening. I pay attention, wondering if I’m getting too deep into something and also wondering why I’m so horny. We clear off the rectangular table in the office and I get up on top of it. “Just lie back, Melissa,” he tells me. “And spread your arms and legs.” He produces three more pairs of handcuffs from a drawer and moves around me clinking. Soon, I am spread-eagled on the rectangular worktable. Four pairs of handcuffs lock me to the legs. I am breathing heavy now as he leans over me. “How do you feel, Melissa?” He asks me. “I little scared,“ I tell him in a small voice. “and a little more excited.” “Why are you scared?” “Because you could—do anything to me like this.” “Is that why you’re scared or why you’re excited?” He asks and I can’t answer. He puts his hands on my belly and starts unbuttoning my shirt. “Do you remember your safe word, Melissa?” He says as he undoes the three bottom buttons to expose my belly button. “Y-yes.” I say, “I do.” I want him to touch me so bad. He keeps unbuttoning me all the way up my chest till only one button remains. “Do you want to use it?” He asks. “No.” I say as definitely as I can manage. He undoes the last button and I feel cool air on my upper body. I ache for him to touch my breasts and he doesn’t disappoint me, though he makes me wait while he puts his hands on the rest of my bare skin first. Then with a quick motion that he must’ve practiced somewhere, he flicks my bra clasp and it opens. My nipples are hard from the cold and the excitement and he rolls then in his fingers, making me moan as he bends his head to my body and starts kissing my stomach and hips. I suddenly wish he’d take off my pants too, but I realize that he can’t with me chained up like this. I am considering all of this when my cell phone rings. He picks it up and shows me the screen. I tell him it’s my mom and he unlocks one hand so I can take the call. She asks if we have looked outside lately and I have to tell them no. He goes to the window and when he comes back he looks surprised. Mom wants to talk to him. She says she doesn’t want me driving in this storm and asks if I can stay there overnight. Still confused and a little excited by the act of talking to my mom while I’m half naked and chained to a table in one of my teacher’s houses, I hand him the phone. They speak and he tells her that he does have a guest room for when his daughter’s here and that I can wait out the storm with him. They say goodbye and he returns to me. “It’s a blizzard out there,” he says as he re-shackles the arm I offer him. “Now you can spend the whole night here.” “But then you can’t get my pants off!” I blurt. “I didn’t mean here on this table,” he says, smiling as he bends down and kisses me. It’s a hard kiss, a rough kiss and I love it. We wrestle our tongues and I feel my pussy get warm. One hand is cradling my head; the other is doing great things with my nipples. I am rolling my hips, pulling at my bonds and listening to my heart beat, lost in the moment. His breathing gets heavy and I listen to that too, with my eyes closed. Suddenly he isn’t there anymore and I hear the clink of a belt being undone. He grips me by the shoulders and pulls me back till my head is hanging over the edge of the table. I look and see his cock, upside down approaching my mouth. I give a little moan of pleasure as I take it in. I love the feel of his cock in my throat, but in this position, I can’t do what I normally do. Then I feel him begin to thrust and I have to hurry to relax my throat. “This is called mouthfucking,” he tells me as he leans over and massages my breasts. I do what I can with my tongue but I am very conscious that I am in his power. The thought makes my pussy contract and I have a little orgasm right then surprising the hell out of me. “You get a choice now,” he tells me. “I can just keep mouthfucking you till I choke you with my cum, or you can get completely naked and finish me off on your knees. “Naked,” I say between thrusts and he laughs and pulls his cock from me. I miss it, though I was a little worried about what I would do when he came. He unlocks the cuffs and watches me as I strip out of my khakis, sodden panties and socks. Then he tells me to get on my knees and hold my hands out and after he binds my wrists, he cuffs my ankles together. Balance is tricky but I am a cheerleader so I manage it. He sits down in the leather chair on the other side of the room and tells me to come to him. I can’t do anything but crawl so I do and it feels so sexy with the chink of the cuffs as I move. I am experiencing a level of horniness way beyond what I am used to. And I take his cock back into my mouth, savoring the power and strength in it. Holding both hands together is tricky and I fall forward once or twice but soon I hit my rhythm and he spews his hot cum down my throat. I have another little orgasm then and my pussy burns for someone to touch it. Him. Me. A stranger. But he doesn’t allow it, no matter how much I beg. Later, he leads me to his bedroom. The only lights in here are a few candles and I can see the snowfall outside. Naked, wearing nothing but the handcuffs that hold my arms behind my back now, I am near delirious with the need to have him in me. My excitement hits a new level as he puts a blindfold on me. I’m standing up in blackness. He talks to me as he moves around. “Don’t move,” he says. I’m afraid to. With my arms behind my back I can’t feel my way. I can’t tell where he is and then he grasps my shoulders and throws me on the bed, face down. “Kneel and put that ass up in the air.” He tells me. I struggle to get into position, feeling incredibly sexily vulnerable. I have no warning when the first blow lands. He spanks me roughly, first on one cheek, then the other. The feeling is electric, almost as good as when he plays with my nipples. And the sudden violence is exciting. I actually miss it when he stops spanking me and undoes the handcuffs. “Get on your back,” he tells me and when I do, he moves around tying my wrists and ankles to the bedframe. I am spread out before him and I can feel the cool breeze touch the moistness of my pussy. He sits on the edge of the bed and trails his hands down my exposed body. “How does it feel, Melissa?” he asks. “To be staked out like this, open to me.” ”I like it,” I tell him. “I can do anything I want to you and you can’t stop me,” he says hypnotically. “Do you like that?” “Yes,” I say breathily. He lays his hand on the side of my face and strokes my cheek. I seek out his fingers and take them in my mouth and he lets me suck on them for a while. Then he sticks them in my pussy and finger fucks me for a bit, before putting them back in my mouth. I suck my pussy juice off of my master’s fingers greedily. He plays with my body and touches me everywhere for a while and then disappears. Alone, I am hyperconscious of how exposed I am. I hear him come back but he doesn’t come to the bed. Through the very edges of the blindfold I detect the flashes and hear a camera cycle as he records this. This turns me on even more. Then he begins talking again, teasing me on every level. “Pull on your bonds,” he says. “Try to get free.” I do as he says and the camera flashes again and again. I try to give him a show. Is it what he does or that it’s him doing it? “You don’t even know if anyone else is in the room do you? He asks. The thought hadn’t occurred to me before, but when it does it excites me even more. “I’ll fuck anyone you tell me to,” I say, giving as good as I’m getting. “If you were my slave, I’d hold you to that,” he says and I feel him get on the bed, on top of me. I’ve been wanting this all afternoon and I come the minute he’s inside me and continue to writhe with pleasure as I enjoy his cock. He thrusts deeply and I feel his hunger for me. He pumps into me, sometimes slow and easy and other times hard and fast like a jackhammer. It’s exquisite and I have seriously never gotten fucked this good. “I miss seeing your eyes,” he says suddenly, and tears the blindfold off. He is kneeling on the bed between my legs and I see his beautiful face and his desire for me. He lifts me off the bed as he thrusts and I pull against my bonds. Then he bends down and finds my mouth with his. We’re kissing deeply when I notice his breathing change. Soon he begins to pulse and I feel his warm cum fill me up. “Thank you, Master,” I tell him. I want to tell him I love him, but I’m chicken. “Melissa,” He says and I skip a breath. Maybe he’ll be the first one to…” “Your paper looks good,” he says. MT You know, he actually does have a handcuff key on his keychain. I know cuz I had to use them to unlock the closet one day. I’ve never been brave enough to ask him about it though. ======================================================================================================== The Good Little Wife [F4M] [Rom][Teacher-student][roleplay][ageplay][bestwife] (inspired by http://www.asstr.org/files/Collections/Alt.Sex.Stories.Moderated/Year2008/58387 "Hey! You look like you had a day! Tell me all about it. Did your little girlfriends tease you too much in class? Do I need to put on my school uniform so we can role-play this out? I'm not kidding. Who was the big bad tease this time? Oh, the little blonde with the good legs. What's her name again? Kaelynn? What did she do? Oooooh...Spreading those tan thighs for you? Flashing you her cute pink panties? What a naughty teasing slut! Was she in pigtails today again? Oh, dear I know what they do to you. Let me get you a drink. You know, I'm not that much older than those girls you teach and I remember what they were like. I really can't blame you for getting hot about them, and I really wasn't kidding about the school uniform. It's not fair that you can't just bend these little bitches over your desk and fuck the hell out of them. But there is something I can do for you. You finish that drink and meet me upstairs." "Hi, Mr. V. You know me! It's Kaelynn! I just had to see you so I came to your house after school. Well, I just know you have so many things to teach me that we can't do in class. And I know I've been a bad girl. You should punish me for all my sluttish behavior. Lift up my skirt? Yes sir. These are the panties I was showing you. Give them to you? Yes, sir. You're my favorite teacher. That's why I tease you so much. I know I've been a bad girl. I'll make it up to you. I'll do whatever you want. Touch me? Oh, yes! Touch me! Have you been thinking of my soft lips.... This is better than I imagined! You've been thinking about unbuttoning my white shirt. Does it feel good to finally do it? My young tits have been aching for your touch. Oh my! It feel so good...your hands....your mouth! Ohhhhh....You like my legs don't you? I know you do. I see how much more attention you pay to them. Touch them. Yes! Mmmmmmm... Mmmmmm...your hands feel so good on me. So strong and warm. I was just getting used to the breeze up my skirt, and now your hand! Oh, God, that feels so much better than when I do it alone. I'm so fucking horny for you, Mr. V! Whoa. Where are you...Oh! You've wanted to do this forever, haven't you? Bend me over your desk and.... Oh, Fuck me...Love me with your cock, Mr. Valentine Take my virginity! Oh, I've wanted this all semester! Punish me, teacher! Fuck me, Mr V!...Use me! Make a baby in me, Mr. Valentine! No? You want to cum in my ass? I...okay. No, I was thinking about it. I know it will hurt. I want it to hurt...a little, so I'll remember it. Ooh! That's cold. Will that help your cock go in my tiny hole? You always take such good care of me.."Oh ow! Ummm..." No...Oh p-please it's good..it's good! oh good f-fuck me fuck my ass! You are very very welcome! You came a lot. You must really like that girl. Or just me in pigtails? The pigtails actually helped me get into the role. But I'm glad. It makes it nice for me. Real nice. We can sure do more of this. You can fuck all three of them. I mean, I already have some wigs and we could get more. Oh and this skirt is close, but if there was some way to get the same uniform as your school uses that would be better. I just want to keep the fantasy as real as I can. Because I love you, and this is what a good little wife does. Fin =============================================================================================================