0 comments/ 183722 views/ 9 favorites Madison By: jt123 It took Jim and Dana a while to find the address they were searching for. They hadn't been to this part of the city often and they had to drive down the street three times before they finally found the correct driveway. "There it is," Dana said with a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice. Jim pulled up to the front of the nondescript looking business and parked. There weren't any other cars around as they stepped out into the humid night air. It was one of those hot summer nights where the humidity hung heavily in the air. It had been an almost unbearably hot day and it had barely cooled down despite the sun setting nearly 2 hours earlier. He took his wife's hand and they slowly walked toward the frosted glass door. Once inside the air conditioning helped make things more comfortable but the room still seemed more humid than it should be. They stood at the edge of the waiting room looking around at the surroundings. Neither had been to a place like this before and neither had been sure what to expect. The room was dimly lit and silent. At one end of the waiting room was a neat black desk with a few papers on it. On the other end of the rectangular room was an L-shaped leather couch. A big coffee table sat in front of the couch with about a dozen copies of the same magazine spread out neatly over its surface. Jim immediately recognized the magazine as the same one that had led to them standing in this room. "Hi," came a very sultry voice from behind the curtain blocking their view down the hallway. The curtain was immediately pushed aside and a black woman wearing only high platform heeled shoes, a bra, panties, and an open satin robe stepped into the waiting room. "I'm Janel," she said, as her eyes seemed to light up at the realization that a couple had just entered. "Are you here for a show?" There was a long pause following her question before Jim finally answered, "Ummm, yes." "Very good," Janel purred. "Can I show you back or did you have someone else in mind?" "Well, uh, we were wondering if Madison might be available?" Jim said. "Yes," Janel answered, "I'll go get her." She disappeared behind the curtain and the lobby was again silent for a moment. The only thing Jim could hear was the heavy, excited beating of his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn't believe what they were about to do. To reassure himself and make sure Dana was OK he gave her hand a little squeeze. She squeezed back and they exchanged a quick, nervous smile just before they heard Janel's voice say, "Madison, there has been a request for you." During their brief glance at each other Jim had definitely noticed something in Dana's eyes. He couldn't put his finger on it right away, but he guessed it was the same mix of anxiety, excitement, fright, and lust that he currently felt. The woman whose face he only recognized from the magazine on the coffee table then poked her head through the curtain as she talked on the phone. She looked first at Jim and then at Dana and seemed to look both of them over from head to toe. When she finished she said into the phone, "OK, dear. I've got to go. I have some customers." She disappeared for a second as she set the phone down behind the curtain and then reappeared saying, "Sorry about that. Just chit chatting with a co-worker. You know, what's going on? Nothing much. What do you want to do later? That sort of stuff you talk about when there is nothing else to do." She spoke very quickly and in a soft tone that Jim had to concentrate on to entirely follow. He immediately noticed that her picture in the magazine hadn't lied about her appearance. He had feared that once they met her she would look different than what they were expecting. Her hair was pulled up onto her head with the exception of three long, curly strands that cascaded down her face. These strands were blonde as was some of the other hair over her forehead, but the rest of her hair was a dark brown color. From the pictures they had seen Jim knew her hair would have fallen to her tits if it were down. She was taller than Jim expected and looked him nearly straight in the eye despite the fact that she didn't wear any shoes. He guessed that she was a little over 6' tall. Looking up from her feet he saw that she wore a black pair of stockings and a very short black skirt with gray vertical pinstripes on it. The skirt stopped about the middle of her long thighs but had a slit over one leg that showed her leg up to above where her stockings stopped. The only thing she wore on her upper body was a very revealing black tank top. The top was very low in front and revealed seemingly all of her tits down to her nipples. The large butterfly tattoo on her left tit they had seen in her picture was clearly visible. It sat right over her heart where her wonderfully big, heavy tit began to swell away from her chest. Her tits hung heavily and seemed to sag under their own weight, just as they seemed they would from her picture. Jim loved the look and the fact that he could tell right away that they were real and not implants. Madison had been looking at them as if she was trying to place them and finally said, "Obviously I am Madison. Excuse me, but have we met?" There was something about the way she formed her sentences and words that made her sound European. "No, this is our first time here," Jim softly answered. "Oh, so how do you know about me then?" she asked with a sly smile. Both Jim and Dana looked down at the magazines spread over the coffee table and Jim said, "Well, um, we saw your ad." "Ahhh, that is good. I am glad you said that because if you had said that we had met before I would have to say that you were a liar," she said in a borderline hyper style of rapid talking. "Now what are your names?" Jim and Dana introduced themselves and gave their names. They had talked briefly in the car about giving fake names, but decided that it seemed overly secretive. Besides, they reasoned, they weren't doing anything illegal. "Good, good. So now let's see. You are the…" Madison paused and seemingly did some counting in her head, "yes, you are the fourth Jim in my life now and you," she said turning to Dana, "are the first Dana. So you can make the first impression on me for that name." It wasn't so much her words but the way she said them that caused a jolt of excitement to surge through Jim. At nearly the same moment Dana's hand seemed to almost involuntarily squeeze his. "So," Madison began, "are you here for a show?" She waited for them to nod yes and then said with a slightly more sensual tone, "Do you want a show together or individual shows?" By now Jim could already feel his cock stirring in his pants as he said, "Together, please." Madison smiled at his saying please and said, "Such a polite boy. Well, please follow me." Dana and Jim followed Madison down the long, dark hallway past a few sets of open doors. The place seemed to be empty except for the three of them and Janel. Madison stopped at an open door and motioned them inside. The room had a loveseat against one wall and a chair against another. In between them was a low table covered by a velvet cloth that held a few bottles of different shapes and sizes, a small stereo, and a vase with flowers. The walls were mostly bare but had a few framed drawings of naked or nearly naked women. The lighting in the room was very soft and dim adding to the already sensual feeling. If the ceiling hadn't been so high the room might have been claustrophobic, but there was still plenty of room after all three of them stepped inside. Madison motioned for them to take a seat and said they could get comfortable. Jim sat down right away on the loveseat as he had been standing right next to it and Dana did the same on the chair. It seemed odd to Jim that they hadn't sat together but they were both so nervous that they weren't thinking entirely clearly. "So how did you hear about me again?" Madison asked. "Have you been here before?" "No," Jim answered, "we just saw your ad in the magazine." "So what do you do then? Do you just look at the magazines or do you go to strip clubs a lot?" Madison asked. For the first time since they arrived Dana spoke and replied, "We've never been to a club before. We just happened to pick up the magazine and saw your ad." Madison turned to Jim almost skeptically and said, "So you've never done this before?" "No," Jim answered, "so I'm a rookie. You'll have to let me know what to do." He thought about using the word 'virgin' rather than 'rookie', but decided against it at the last minute. Madison explained to them that she would need the money up front. In answer to their puzzled looks she quickly explained that she did it this way so she knew how good of a show to do. "The customers who give big tips up front get the best shows," she concluded. She had explained all of this very rapidly in her unique speech style and when she finished she said, "Don't worry. I know I'm a little weird but I do this to entertain. To entertain myself right now, but when I come back it will be all about entertaining you." Jim's cock jumped again at her words and he was about to glance over to Dana to check her reaction when Madison said, "I'll be right back in a few minutes. I need to go freshen up and prepare, you know." With that she turned on the radio sitting on the table between Jim and Dana and left the small room. She closed the door behind her leaving Jim and Dana alone. Jim hadn't counted on this set up for the payment and wasn't sure what to do about the tip. Despite what he had been told on the phone when he called for directions earlier that night, he had expected there would be set fees for things. He looked over at Dana and she immediately knew what he was thinking. "Maybe ask her what is normal?" Dana suggested before offering, "I have no idea. Just do what you think is best." They sat silently for a little while listening to the radio. As he waited Jim began to reflect on how they had arrived at this moment. The whole adventure had started with them deciding to rent a porno movie together many months earlier. They had tried renting pornos back when they were dating and found them to be too graphic and over the top. Dana in particular found them to be unappealing as she thought the guys were "gross" and the sex scenes were too rough. Jim couldn't really remember what had raised the subject of porno movies after all these years but he thought perhaps it had been an article on their growing popularity as a marital aide in one of Dana's magazines. He and Dana had been married for nearly 8 years now and were each now approaching 35. Their sex life had remained very active and wild all through their marriage. A big part of that is that they weren't afraid of experimenting and trying new things together. In that spirit they talked over the idea of renting a porno and decided to give it another try. Deep down the idea of watching a porno with his wife really excited Jim. He wanted to make sure that this time it was a good experience so he did some research on companies that made movies suited to women's tastes. Dana wasn't comfortable in the adult store so she sent Jim to rent the movie and he took his time making a careful choice from one of the most highly recommended companies. Jim didn't realize it at the time but the movie he rented turned out to be entirely lesbian. He grew very excited watching the movie with Dana leaning up against him but initially worried she would be turned off. Instead he noticed that she seemed completely engrossed in the action. A little over halfway through the movie they both were so excited they began to wildly kiss and grope each other on the couch and ended up wildly fucking each other as the rest of the movie played out. There wasn't anything tender and soft about the fuck as it was a primal act between two very horny and excited people. She had straddled his lap as he sat on the couch and started riding him up and down with her back to him. Jim immediately noticed how wet her pussy was when she took his full length into her in one motion. He couldn't remember ever feeling her so wet before he had even touched her tits or pussy. He reached his arms around her and began to caress her tits as she drove herself up and down on his cock. She seemed to still be intently watching the video as they fucked and the idea that she was so excited by watching women together really turned Jim on. He had to close his eyes and concentrate to keep from cumming and still couldn't control himself long enough to let her cum first. When he started to cum with a loud groan he felt his first jets stream out of his cock with surprising force. Soon he had drained his entire load into her and could quickly feel the increased wetness around his cock. She had apparently been keeping herself just on the edge of control as she started to cum almost immediately once he had stopped. When she came she drove herself down onto his lap and held still as her pussy exploded into a series of wild spasms and convulsions. When they had finished the video was still playing but neither bothered to even turn it off on their way to the bedroom. Once there they immediately started another fuck. This one was much more tender and soft now that they had a chance to work off their initial lust, but it was still very hot and excited. As Jim sucked on Dana's big, soft tit he asked her if she enjoyed the video. "Yes," she immediately hissed. He knew that already but it still excited him to hear her say it. He continued questioning her as he drew out his foreplay on her excited body. He asked her more detailed question about if she liked watching the women suck each other's tits or lick each other's pussies. Each time he was greeted with an enthusiastic yes and it seemed her answers were growing more and more affirmative. Finally, after he had started to slowly fuck her he asked the question that had really been on his mind. "Do you think about being with other women?" he asked. "Yes," she moaned with no hesitation. They talked a little more after that but by then they were both so excited that their fuck quickly intensified and they both ended up cumming wildly once again. After they finished Jim held her closely and thought about her newly confessed desires. As he slept that night he had wild dreams of them together with other women. Like most married guys the idea of being in a three-way fuck with his wife and another woman was very exciting for Jim. He didn't spare any opportunity over the next few weeks and months to further explore Dana's desires. They now talked about it often as they fucked and Dana would tell Jim what she wanted to do to their mystery lover if she was in bed with them. Interestingly, it seemed that finally "confessing" her secret bi-curiosity had been like a big weight off Dana's shoulders. Jim noticed her becoming more open about it even outside the bedroom. She never did anything too obvious or wild, but she started to occasionally comment about hot women on TV or in magazines. She also began to seemingly notice women more on the occasions when they did go out, and that was something that consistently drove Jim wild. She began going with him to the adult store and helping him select the movies. Being in the store together had also caused them to notice a few new sex toys and games that they subsequently bought and used often to keep their fucks exciting. It was on the way out of the store almost a month earlier that Dana noticed the free magazine on the rack by the exit. The cover story was something about "porn that she'll love" so she picked up a copy on her way out. On the drive home she flipped through the magazine and said offhandedly, "What a rip." "What do you mean?" Jim asked. "The article is all of about two paragraphs long and offers such insights as 'don't rent extreme porn' and 'maybe try something with a storyline'. The whole magazine is ads for strip clubs and phone sex lines." "See anything that catches your eye?" Jim teased. "Nothing I'd tell you about," she answered with a playful smack on his arm. When they got home she carried the magazine inside and tossed it on their kitchen counter. Before they started the video she went to the bathroom to take out her contacts and get ready. While he waited Jim picked up the magazine and thumbed through it. Dana was right as it was nothing more than a compilation of ads for the various strip clubs, escort services, adult bookstores, and phone sex lines in their city. Despite that Jim immediately noticed that virtually every ad featured a partially naked or completely naked woman. He was still flipping through it when Dana came out and teased, "See anything you like?" "Nothing as good as you," he replied with his best cheesy grin. "That's my romantic man," she answered as she picked up the video and put it in the VCR. She ran back to the kitchen to get some beers as the video started but had returned to Jim's side when the first scene appeared. As usual, the movie worked quickly and Jim and Dana soon were groping and kissing hungrily on their couch. They went straight to the bedroom as the video continued to play and fucked each other hard and fast. This had become their typical routine after watching a porn movie with them first fucking each other wildly to release their lust and then fucking again more slowly and tenderly as they talked about what they had seen. It was during these second fucks that they usually exchanged their hottest "dirty talk" about what Dana would want to do with her mystery lover or what Jim would want to watch them do together. This night Dana went back to the bathroom after their first fuck and Jim lay in bed for a moment thinking about what he wanted to do to and with her when she returned. It was then that a devious idea flashed in his mind. He got out of bed and retrieved the magazine from the living room before getting back in bed and putting it on the floor next to him. After Dana returned to bed they cuddled for a while before their foreplay really started. They began by simply kissing each other with their kisses becoming slowly more intense and wild. Their hands began to roam more freely and Jim began to concentrate on caressing her big tits. He started sucking on her nipples and slowly kissing and licking all over her tits. He began asking her about being with another woman, and as soon as he asked the question she groaned excitedly as if she had been waiting for it. So far in all their talking they had never put a name or a face to their fantasies. They had always just referred to her as the "other woman" and had never tried giving her a specific identity. Seeing all those hot, nasty women in the photos on the pages of the magazine had given Jim an idea and he was about to see how his idea played out. He lingered on her tits for a while and then moved between her legs. He asked if she wished the other woman was between her legs so she could suck her wet pussy. Dana answered enthusiastically and Jim then asked if she would rather have the woman sit on her face so she could suck her pussy while Jim sucked on Dana. Dana's excited groan and husky voice when she answered sent a charge through him as he envisioned the scene he had just described. It was then that he reached over onto the floor and picked up the magazine. She looked at him uncertainly at first as he set the magazine on the bed next to her. "Look at it," he said softly, "look at it while I suck you and tell me whose pussy you want to suck." "Ohhhh God!" Dana moaned lustily in response even before Jim touched her pussy. When he did reach out his tongue to her pussy she cried out and came almost immediately. Jim smiled as he lapped at her quivering pussy and decided to keep this game going. Madison Madison slowly regained consciousness. She gently shook herself to check if she was hurt – no pain anywhere except her head, which felt as though she was waking up from a night of heavy drinking. Yet she had only had a few drinks, not nearly enough to produce anything resembling a hangover. As she became more and more aware of herself she realized 3 things immediately; 1) her arms were bound behind her back and her legs at the ankle, 2) a soft cloth of some sort hugged her face, clearly meant to inhibit vision, and 3) when she tried to remember how she got in this state, the last thing she could picture in her mind was the strangely seductive man with the piercing blue eyes who brought her a gin and tonic – Madison's drink of choice. Beyond that, she knew something had gone awry from her initial plan of going out for a few drinks and returning to her empty apartment. She was trying to piece together the night logically, but every conclusion she came was frightening, but at the same time… morbidly exciting. She rolled onto her stomach and began to pulling at the bonds. She was tied with some sort of silk. Its cool textures slipped along her wrists, neither chaffing her pale skin nor allowing any escape. Her ankles are bound together to what she assumes is the bedpost. She can move freely on the bed but not beyond it. The blindfold has left her in darkness. Temporarily abandoning hope of escape, she lies still and listens. Silence. She shivered at the cold air and realized suddenly that she was nearly naked, save for underwear that barely covered her. Just how much modesty she was left, she could not tell. The sheets below her were also of a silken texture quite unlike her own. This was not her bed. This was not her city even. New York was never silent. The stillness here was paralyzing, she had not heard such emptiness in years. Or ever, maybe. Madison was born in the city, the daughter of wealthy parents with high-profile, white-collar careers. She lived in various apartments in Queens, her early life a blur of expensive caretakers with strange accents, high-rise picture windows, and later parties full of beautiful people and beautiful drugs. Even the liquor was contrived, strange neon colors and elongated glasses, nothing harsh or bitter to swallow until the morning after. No whiskey, no beer, no leaf-strewn hills or unbroken horizons. And no silence. Certainly no silence. So here, fettered and bare, blinded in a strange bed far from home without explanation or assurances, it was the silence that paralyzed her. That made her want to tear at her bonds, scream and cry for help. Anything to slice through the mantle of solitude that wound its way over her exposed skin. She began to writhe. If not for the soft material, her wrists and ankles would have sustained great damage. She screamed, and her voice was a low, horrid thing. "Stop." Madison froze as the low voice broke through her own banshee wail. That voice, did she know it? "Wh, wh…", the words choked in her throat. She listened again. Silence. Had she been imagining it? Was she hallucinating already? She realized she had no idea how long she had been here. She was thirsty. And hungry. And she could recall nothing. Whatever had knocked her out was blocking her memory. Couldn't this be done every night? She began to panic again, frantically yanking her legs, trying to get some slack. "I said stop." She had heard him. Yes, it was real. Oh my God, she thought, there is someone here with me. This time she found her voice. "What the hell? Who are you? My family, they'll come looking, let me go, what the fuck?" She fell into silence, ashamed at how girly her voice sounded. How helpless. "Your family. Let's see, no siblings, no relatives who know you exist, and your parents? They are in Cordoba. I was good enough to set them up with a villa there. The rent is free, I assume they'll stay for quite a while. Most of the winter, in fact. They called to let you know last night. The message is on your machine. Perhaps I'll let you hear it. And don't bother talking about friends, Madison. You don't owe anyone money, so no one will come looking for you." He paused as the words took their effect on the girl. Her parents were…damn them! That's so typical. They weren't the type to check on her. And he was right about everything else too. A slight cold began to form in her stomach, the icy beginnings of a profound fear. "How do you know that?" He chuckled, an easy laugh with the hint of Creole to it. "I've been watching you, pet. And I picked you. Be proud. I'm quite selective." There was a brief silence, and when he spoke again, she jumped. She had not heard him move, but his voice was now right next to the bed. "You are wondering what I mean by 'selected.' I mean, you belong to me now. The life you had is empty, pet. There is no glory for you there. Only loneliness, early death. You drink too much. You swallow whatever they give you. They use you, they can't see." She shivered as a warm hand ruffled her long, blonde hair. "You've been walking with the blind, Madison Anna Shallot, and I would have you see." With that, the blindfold fell away. She gazed up at a man, arrayed in a shapeless black cloak. Strong jaw-line, head shaved, and luminous blue eyes that swathed the dim light and held her own. Even under the cloak, she could see he was broadly built, and his posture held erect his physique in a manner that seemed to tower above her. She reluctantly broke his gaze and examined the room while he waited. The only illumination came from a line of sable sepulchers whose flames threw undulating waves of light across the intricate mahogany walls. A thick carpet stretched away from the bed, and beyond the immediate bedchamber, cornices carved with ghastly beasts and elegant fleur-de-lis, a rotunda rose beyond her vision, from which issued a soft glow of uncertain origin. The bed itself was high, she could see that, and of the old, four-poster style. Black silk sheets, which she sprawled atop, and shifting her body, she found an erotic scene carved into the headboard. "Zeus," he told her, indicating the carvings, "lord of the gods, keeper of the thunderbolt. Quite Freudian, don't you think? Do you think? Well, you will learn to. He was master of Olympus, immortal and omnipotent, yet he had a taste for mortal girls. His conquests are the stuff of myths." He smiled, and his harsh expression softened somewhat. "Yet myths, my dear, are the seedlings of truth. 'The kingdom of heaven is here upon the earth and men do not see.' Do you know who said that? A great man, a pure man. A god like Zeus, and unlike him. I am not like this man. I am Zeus." He strode away from the bed, and turned away from her. His face was caught in shadow. "I don't know what you mean," she asked, "I'm still not sure…why am I here? What the hell are you talking about? Let me go!" She threw the last words at him. He was silent but a moment. "I am Zeus, pet, and you are mortal. I am not pure, it is not my fate. No more than you." He looked at her again, and his eyes entered her suddenly, deeply. Like a lover's would. "We are unclean, you and I, yet we are not equal. I have brought you here because you have been chosen. You will serve. I too have a taste for weaker flesh. You shall indulge me." He began to move towards the bed. "Rape! You're going to rape me. You pig, you little bitch, that's pathetic, that's, oh god, please, don't, I'll…," she paused, desperate now, unbridled, her body an iceberg of fear, "I'll kill you, I swear. I'll bite it off." He had stopped when she began to yell, and now he moved swiftly forward. He seemed to blur, and suddenly she was pinned roughly against the bed. His mouth was inches from her throat. She could feel his warm, even breath on the pulsing veins of her neck. "You resist me, pet? I do not tolerate disobedience." His hand disappeared into his cloak and produced a blade, a curved dagger whose edge glowed white in the darkness. He ran it over her shoulder, caressing the flesh there with the dull edge. "This is Damascus steel, my dear, Saracen steel. The man who once owned this also owned over three hundred concubines. In fact, he took a special interest in the women, particularly in fresh ones, unbroken. It was customary for a small contingent of palace guards to be present during the, shall we say induction ceremony? For security reasons, you understand." He moved the knife up her neck to her jaw. "However, this fellow always refused their presence. He insisted on working alone, with no tools other than this particular instrument. Of pleasure? I doubt it. He was not a tolerant man." His lips were next to her ear. "I too am impatient." With a sudden thrust, he sliced the bonds on her ankles and wrists. Sheathing the weapon, he grabbed her shoulders and threw her forward off the bed. The heavy carpeting broke her fall, but an instant later her was beside her, one hand pressed gently against the back of her neck. "I value you unspoiled, slave, but I cannot let your impudence go unpunished." His grip tightened on the nape of her neck, lifting her up easily and pushing her face-forward over the bed. "The more you struggle, the more severe the punishment. I am firm, but I am fair. In time, I hope, you will appreciate this." She was too terrified to move, still feeling the sensation of cold steel against her skin. She could not resist him physically, that much was obvious. But what did he mean by punishment? Thus pinned over the sheets, he tied her hands together above her head with the same black, silky ribbons that had bound her before. Taking one end, he leaped nimbly onto the bed and secured it to the far bedpost. Then he slowly stepped down and walked behind her. She felt the thin panties she was wearing slowly being lowered, inch by excruciating inch, over her ass and thighs, down to her bare feet. "Leave them there, do not kick. If you do, it will go worse for you." He ran his hand over her exposed ass. "You are being punished for your insolence, for your refusal to cooperate." He brought his hand down hard, and she gasped at the stinging pain. "You are being punished for your refusal to serve." He began spanking her in earnest, pausing occasionally to caress her rapidly reddening bottom. She tried not to struggle at first, but soon began to squirm away from his palm. He stopped. "Remain still, pet." His fingers traveled between the cleft of her ass to brush the opening between them. An opening mysteriously wet. "There are certain rules you are to follow. Now is a good time to learn them. First," and as he spoke he brought his hand down. She jumped at the pain, and the warmth that came immediately after. "First, you will not make eye contact without permission. Those who serve are not meant to look into the eyes of God. Second," and again the stroke, each point was punctuated with pain. "Second, you will not speak unless spoken to. When you do, you will address me as 'sir.' Third, you will not initiate any contact without permission. Your body is a shell for my pleasure. Do not defile yourself with your own hand. That is my task alone, the subjection of the body, the degradation of the soul. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for the kingdom of heaven is theirs. For you, I and I alone am this door to the light." She waited for more. The pain was intense, but not unbearable. In fact, it seemed to lift her, to separate her somehow from herself. The sensation of physical discomfort was foreign to her, and as such, she had never really divided her mind from her body. Now, as the flesh rebelled under her chastisement, her mind stood apart. Gently though, but a step, as though a cloud was lifting, a landscape just beginning to glimmer before her. He leaned forward and began untying her bonds. She lay still. Slowly the knots were loosened and pulled apart. She heard the slight hiss of ribbons rending against each other, the cords coming away. She was free. "Stand," he ordered. She did. "Strip completely, kneel before the bed." She kicked away gently the black lace g-string at her feet, and undid the snaps of her bra. Even in her state of half-awareness, dulled somewhat by the burning of her ass and the hazy plane of her mind, she could not help but notice the brilliance of her undergarments. Black lace, dotted with tiny pearls coruscating in the firelight, priceless black stones, magnificently cut. These were priceless garments he had arrayed her in. Swallowing her amazement, she quickly dropped them and knelt in front of the bed. It rose before her like an unholy cathedra, and she the pagan hierodule. "Look down, do not look at me, I will not remind you again." Eyes downcast, she could not see him, nor hear his movements. She jumped when he stroked her hair. "Such golden tresses, such white skin. I rather liked the welts that rose from it. You will be bruised tomorrow." He caressed her face. His hands were rough, scarred with work, but there was a warmth beneath them, and his touch was gentle, barely there. When he touched her like this, it was as though the wind was playing upon her cheek, or a phantom caress from beyond this world. He took her face in his palm and lifted her. She rose with him, sliding deeper into her core, her inner self. He turned her. His body pressed into hers. The robe was gone. His body was thin and hard, and she broke upon him like waves on a cliff. "Do you wish me to kiss you?" he whispered. "I…yes sir. Please, kiss me, sir." "Beg for it, slave. Beg for this pleasure," he commanded. "Please, kiss me, I'll do anything, I'll serve you, I am yours. Please, your lips, I must have them, sir, I must." He kissed her, deeply, and the fragile cords of her psyche began to come loose. At that moment, as she drank the lips of her lord, her soul began its wandering. Cleaved from bondage, it embarked upon the moors and mountains of freedom, the landscape of lunacy. He broke the kiss. Lifting her bodily, he placed her roughly on the bed. His naked body rose above hers. Rising to his knees, he seized her hair and lifted her head to himself. She took his cock in her mouth and began to move it up and down across her lips. "Yes, pet, take it. You will serve me. You will please me." She devoured his masculinity, forgetful of a past life in which she, the tease, would never go down on the guys, no matter how they would beg her. She had always despised such servile enticements, the whining, unsatisfied boys who she had called lovers. He moaned and leaned his head back, while she sucked him like a beast at the kill. He again seized her mane and yanked her head back. She gazed up at him with angry eyes, enraged that he had come between her kill. Immediately, though, she remembered her place and dropped her eyes. "Lie back," he told her. She stretched herself upon the bed, feeling the heat of him above her contrasting with the cold of the sheets. His fingertips traced lines upon her skin, raising goose bumps and sending shivers through her tormented nervous system. He gently squeezed her umber nipples, proud and erect. She gasped and groaned. He flicked his fingers back and forth across the buds, bending to take one, then the other in his mouth. His fingers brushed the dripping furnace of her sex. She clenched her eyes and began to abandon herself to his will. "Walk with me, pet. I will protect you. Grace the forests of madness with me." Two fingers entered her and began to work in and out, twin tides of need and sensation that pulled her mind farther from itself. His tongue rolled across her nipples while he fucked her with his hand. She grabbed at his body and he stopped all at once. She screamed. It felt like the very ground had dropped away from her, and she was falling, falling. "Do not initiate contact. I told you, you would not be warned again." He grabbed her right arm, pulling it towards the bedpost. She felt a coldness clamp down across it, the faint rustle of chains. Then the other arm. She looked above her. She was shackled to the wall just behind the bed. The metal was snug but not tight. She would not lose circulation, but she also would not be able to wriggle out. Securing her arms, he turned to her ankles, tying them together again, but leaving them free of the bedposts. Instead of satin, he used a thick white rope, which he looped over and over again around her legs, weaving it in and out like the folds of a snake. In a minute he was done. She was again helpless. "I will return when I think you are truly prepared to serve." He turned and walked from the room. As he disappeared around a corner, the torches flamed up and vanquished themselves. She was dropped into darkness, unbroken but by the stillborn glow from the rotunda, which did not pierce the bedchamber. Restrained in this darkness, she understood the tenuous line between pleasure and madness, and how careful she must be to walk it. The temporary night she was caught in did not bother her now. Her master would protect her. She was sure of this. The silence gave her room to recover, try to bring herself back a little. The need that washed over her had rose to boiling as he had turned away, scalding her body with pain worse than any punishment he could inflict. The fecund earth he had led her through had succumbed, with a cruel suddenness, to winter and decay. On this frozen plain she shivered and stumbled back to join her vulgar body. No, she thought, the body is not vulgar. He gives it majesty. In disgrace only am I made common. She let the darkness enter her, and, though her nerves were frayed and her bones still humming from insatiable need, sleep overtook her and she knew no more. Madison awoke to the sensation of her bonds being cut and unlocked. She looked down to see a figure in a cloak similar to that of her wayward Lord. She knew immediately it was not him, this being did not carry himself with the same majesty the man from the last night did, nor did he have anywhere near the physique. The strange figure was swathed in taupe linens. She could see it was dawn from across the room and out over a monstrous balcony. Mild cheese, fresh fruits and clear cold water were left for her as the figure departed. Madison had no real desire to leave, but curiousity provoked her to at least explore her new habitat. Modesty implored her to cover herself, but with what? She decided the black silk sheets would make as good a garment as anything and wrapped it around her curves as she plucked a ruby strawberry from the ornate alabaster bowl set for her. Under her feet was a fur rug, the animal of which she did not know the name. But if no one returned in the near future, she made a mental point to come back and roll around on it for at least a few minutes. She fought the image of her and her Dark Lord entwined on it that almost reflexively flooded her brain…. Upon reaching the balcony she realized that she was on the coast. The crystal clear waters were bluer than she could have imagined and there appeared to be no other buildings as far as the eye could see. White sands appeared to….a noise startled her back to herself. She heard the sound of silk on silk and assumed it was the man from the night before. She recalled his rules as her backside still burned at the memory of his hand, but this recollection was too slow for his tastes and he brought her to her knees with a calculated cuff to the face, her desire to see his eyes again overcame her and she knew she was deserving of this reprimand. The sting brought quick tears to her green eyes which she flashed up for one fiery instant, then lowered them immediately to the marble floor. This subtle act of defiance thrilled Him. He knew she would be his greatest conquest, yet He wanted more than that. He truly wanted possession of her; mind, body and soul. He took her face in his palm and tilted it up to his, but she remembered herself and kept her eyes lowered. Madison "You wish to see me, child. You may, for a moment." Her eyes rolled to him. He had discarded the cloak for jeans and a white silk shirt that hugged his slender physique. In the light he seemed not quite so lordly, so unapproachable. Yet his eyes still held their fire, and she did not forget herself. "Thank you, sir," she whispered, trying to memorize his strong-set jaw, the solid square of his shoulders. She did not know when she would again be granted such a boon. However, he sensed her need, and decided to indulge her a bit. It amused him how quickly she had taken to the bit, he did not want her to come too far too quickly. "You must be wondering where you are. I cannot tell you exactly. Only that you have been here somewhat longer than you may think. In slumber, though, I have taken no memories from you. Except, of course, those you have not yet allowed to rise. Your acquisition was…a touch unpleasant. You'll remember in time." He walked through the portico out onto the balcony. After a second, he turned back to her and smiled. "You may rise. Follow me." She quickly stood, and eyes down strode out again into the clear morning air. The ocean waved endlessly in front of her, beset with the sun-stained jewels of summer. A scent of jasmine rose from beneath the balcony, but she could not see its source. "You may be free with me, pet. I will allow it. Ask me what you like, I will answer if I choose. You may disregard the rules for the moment." She hesitated, then lifted her head and asked, "where are we? You never answered that." "No, I did not. We are on the island of Crete. This is the Mediterranean. Mare Nostrum. Mare Vita. The Aegean Sea, specifically. I'm sure you know where that is." He frowned at her blank look. "The Greek coast, pet." He pointed seaward. "That way, some few hundred miles away, is Italy." His finger moved. "Africa is there." He smiled again. "However, I wouldn't advise trying to swim to them. Yes, I see, you don't believe me. That's alright. You don't have to. Maybe someday I'll let you down into the town. You can ask them. Of course, they speak Greek. You, I take it, do not. A shame. Greek is one of the truly heroic languages. Battles and gods, deeds brave and foul. Your God was conceived in Greek, clothed with its words. Of course, that was later, much later. Greek is the language of women, wine, and song. Perhaps closer to whatever gods you knew? No, don't answer that. I know what you would say, and its all ashes now. Dust. If one were to write it, they would have to use English." He turned from the water and back inside. She followed obediently. "There is no escape," he called behind to her. "I assume you will try. All I can tell you is that you will not succeed. And on that day, you will wish you had died in the attempt." He swept around and stared at her. "This also you shall not do. Come." He continued, through the rotunda, and again into the bedchamber. "I will not have you going about with just a bed sheet." He pulled back on one of the inlaid gargoyles gracing the wall, a deep auburn under day's illumination, and revealed a vast walk-in closet. "Select something. Anything. I like them all. They will help you." He said, indicating two females who had materialized silently behind her. "Help me, sir?" she inquired. "With the corsets, of course. And you will wear this." He took down a thin, red choker. The material glistened as silk would, yet something sparkled beneath, as though with some metal. In the center was a single red stone, cut in the radiant style, the set and clasp made of gold. "The material is samite. The raiment of royalty. The stone is a ruby, as I'm sure you guessed. They say rubies grant youth to the wearer. Let us hope so." He fastened it around her neck. The fit was perfect. "Now, you have the remaining hours to yourself. You may go about as you wish. Explore the grounds. They are extensive. But do not get lost. I will be most displeased if you are not in your room in two hours, waiting for me. We have services to attend. After all," he told her, "it is Sunday." He stood before her now. "I took not my pleasure from you last night. I believe there is time now." He laid his hand gently on her shoulder. Then his hand turned to a claw as he forced her to her knees. "Take it out," he told her. She started to fumble with his jeans when she remembered the women standing behind her. She turned to look over her shoulder but he grabbed her hair and pulled her face back towards his bulging crotch. "You disobey me, slave." "No sir, please," she said pleadingly, undoing his fly and removing his member, rock hard, and again began to feed. He fucked her mouth mercilessly, not allowing her to pull away, nearly choking her with his insistence. After what seemed like forever his hips began their contraction in preparation of climax. She quickened her pace, ready to drink his seed, wanting that part of him in her, no matter how humiliating it was, how disgusting she might have once thought such actions were. And then, just as she thought he would come, she found herself on her back. He had pushed her to the side. One of the serving girls had taken his place. She lapped hungrily at his dick as she swallowed his cum. He moaned and mumbled something in a language she didn't understand. The servant girl finished and stood up, wiping her mouth and smiling. She smirked at Madison, lying naked on her back, near tears. Fastening his jeans, he looked at her. "You must earn my pleasure, pet, just as you must earn your own. Dress now. And remember, back in two hours." He strode out of the room and out of sight. To Be Continued… Madison "I don't need this bullshit! We've got tenure, you can't fucking fire us." I yelled violently shoving my chair away from me. The dean jumped back bit, eyes wide. "Look Jason," he tried to sound sympathetic, "you'd be right if it was just you, but the state budget cuts have forced the university to cut your entire department. Everyone is getting let go." As the chair of the Anthropology Department, I was powerless against budget decisions and I knew it. So the state wants to cut education, so the state doesn't care about research into the history of human behavior. The governor even publicly called out my discipline. We were screwed and I was pissed. "Well then let me say what I've always wanted to say: Fuck you and this university. You're an asshole and I've never liked you." As I slammed his office door behind me I heard him start to say, "I'll forgive that..." What an asshole. I practically stomped back across the quad, seething more with every step. At 45 I was going to have to go back on the academic job market, start over in some new city. In this environment there's no guarantee either. I was a thousand feet deep in thought as I approached my office door and saw her standing against the wall. From my 9:30 class, I tried to remember her name, Madison, I think. I took a deep breath and tried to come back to the present. "It's Madison, right?" I asked her as I approached. She nodded, a strand of red curls fell over her glasses which she brushed away. She stood only as high as my shoulder and had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen. "What can I do for you?" I unlocked my office door. Now, in 15 years of being a college professor I had never fucked a student. I'd thought about it. I'd thought about it a lot of times. Every professor does. That first day we walk into class and look over the sea of faces, some eager, some bored, and select some fantasy fodder. I always make up categories. First category is women I'd fuck if given the chance. Not to be too stereotypical, but these tend to be the cheerleader types. Tight bodies gorgeous faces. But I also pick a girl that I think I could fuck, if I tried. I suspect most 20-ish college girls have no interest in an older man. A friend in psychology gave me a kind of profile of the girl with "daddy" issues that would let herself be seduced just to get attention: Mousy, quiet, smart, eager to please. There tends to be a kind of overwhelmed look in their eyes. Lastly I try to guess which ones fantasize about fucking a professor. As a fit middle aged man with thick dark hair, I figure I'm an ideal candidate for those with professor fantasies. In 15 years though, I never crossed the line. No quick fuck in my office was worth risking my job, even if the young woman could do a perfect split. But also, far from fantasy, college girls rarely make the first move, especially in a situation like a student-professor dynamic, and I am too much of a professional to ever cross that line. As I motioned her ahead of me into my office I glanced over her body. Petite girl, curly red hair to her shoulders, firm round ass. The glasses made me think she wasn't comfortable with her looks and while she never said a word in class, she always appeared to be taking rigorous notes. If anything, this girl fell into category two. I smiled to myself as the thought crossed my mind that I had no job to lose anymore. Well, there was still a reputation to consider. "Well Madison, what can I do for you?" I said politely as I slid into the leather chair behind my desk. She slowly sunk onto another chair and sat on its edge. Instead of speaking she took a paper out of the folder she had been clinging to her chest and handed it to me. It was an assignment I had just passed back that morning. "Professor, I wanted to talk about my grade." She pulled at the hem of her white skirt which had ridden up over her knees. I flipped to the page where the grade was: C-. "And what do you want to say about it?" After 15 years of teaching I found it best to let them make the first move. Some kids complain, some beg, and some just apologize. It's almost never what you guess. "I can't live with a C-. It's just not acceptable." Her eyes caught mine and quickly darted into her lap. Drawn by the movement I noticed she wore a fairly revealing top with plunging neckline. Combined with the skirt, it was a much nicer look than the average student. I started into my spiel. Every year I had to give it. "Anthropology isn't for everyone, a C- is bad, but not the end of the world. You'll survive; you'll do better next time." Blah. Blah. Blah. It gets tiresome reassuring students. "No," she said, her eyes suddenly alive, "I can't. My scholarship depends on it." The funny thing about this is that scholarships always seem to depend on my class as if mine was the only one these students took. I wondered if she told that to all of the professors whose classes she was tanking. Today of all days was not the day to fuck with me about grades. "You want me to change the grade?" I asked. "Yes, sir," She replied. "To what?" I asked again. "Huh?" "Well," I began, "Since you want the grade changed what do you want it changed to?" She paused for a moment, trying to figure out if I was serious. Finally she spoke up, "An A, if you would." You have to admire her boldness. Now on any other day I would have asked her why she thought she deserved it, why she was wrong, and a bunch of stuff that summed up can be stated "If you want A's then do the fucking work." But today I was in a mood. "And what are you going to do to earn it?" I asked her. "Well I could rewrite it if you like," she said meekly. I stood up, walked slowly to my door and closed it. "What, and make me grade another shitty paper?" I sighed. I walked over to the corner of my desk closest to her and leaned against it. "There's got to be something else you could do." I noticed her lips were shaded red. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth. "Um..." she started, "maybe I could..." she steeled herself, "blow you." I mock gasped, "Madison I am shocked! I would have never guessed that you put on that revealing short skirt and red lipstick with the intention of seducing a grade from me. Shame on you." She almost knocked me over as she jumped up and rushed out the door. Where there had been confidence was now remorse and guilt. "Stupid fucking girl," I thought to myself as I went back to work. That night, I thought of Madison and her cherry red lips as I masturbated before sleep. I had never gone so far with a student. For a while I worried that it was too far, that she would run to some administrator and tell her that I had teased and broken her. But after a while I reasoned that there was no way she tells anyone that she offered to suck me off only to get chastised for it. Aside from reinforcing my reputation, it made her look pathetic. Still, this girl was cute, I was getting fired no matter what I did, and she had come on to me. Maybe there was something here. The next day I showed up to class and casually sought her out. She kept her eyes on her notebook, refusing to meet my stare. I noticed she wore the university "dress code," jeans and a t shirt. After class as the students filed out I called to her. "Madison, I need to see you. Can you meet me in my office in 15 minutes?" She nodded, looking at me for the first time today. I could tell that she was trying to figure me out as a look of horror crept over her eyes. I suspect she thought I was going to turn her in to the dean. When I got to my office she was waiting against the wall again. I motioned her inside and closed the door behind me. She sat nervously in the same spot as the day before. "Madison," I began sternly, "You left so quickly yesterday we never finished our conversation. Tell me, were you serious in your offer?" Her head shot up and she looked at me frightened, "I thought it's what you wanted, I mean you closed the door and I just let my imagination run, I guess." I sighed, "You didn't answer my question." She looked confused. "Were you making a serious offer?" Her lips parted as if to say something, but no words came out. "Well," I said impatiently, "were you?" She looked down in her lap and said quietly, "Yes." I sat back in my chair and folded my hands, "You think a blow job is worth an A? Because I don't. From a C-, I figure a blow job at best could get you to a C+, but probably not even that high. Stand up." Without considering, she obeyed, still trying to process the worth of her mouth. I stood up too and walked over to her placing my hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me with those big blue eyes. "Well, let's find out how good you are with your mouth." And with that I gently pushed her to her knees. My heart was pounding in my chest and when she undid my pants and pulled out my cock, I was already as hard as I'd ever been. She looked up at me as if she wasn't sure what to do so I placed my hand on the back of her head and guided her lips to my cock. If she was used to having any cocks in her mouth, I don't know, but she seemed unsure of what to do. Still, her mouth felt like silk as it slid over my shaft. Her lips pressing hard, her tongue gliding underneath me. She swallowed half of me before she realized it was too much and gagged. I let her back off a little, but kept my hand firmly in her hair, keeping her from releasing me completely, urging her to swallow my cock again. She got into a rhythm sliding up and down my shaft and I grabbed to fistfuls of her hair, and began fucking her mouth in earnest. "That's it you little slut," I told her, "If you want that grade you'll relax and let me fuck that sweet mouth of yours." She moaned onto my cock when she heard me. I worked into her faster. "You came here yesterday intending to suck me off, didn't you?" She moaned incoherently. I looked down and saw my cock disappearing under that mop of red curls. "Tell me, slut. You came here to seduce me, didn't you?" I roughly pulled her mouth off of my cock and made her look up at me. "Yes," she sighed looking at me through half closed, dreamy eyes. Her look made me realize, this is exactly what she had always wanted, to be used by someone with power over her. I pulled her mouth back onto my cock and tried to think through the possibilities. "I bet you wrote that shitty paper as an excuse, just to come up here and suck my cock," she moaned again. "Tell me, how many profs have you sucked off for grades?" Her eyes went wide at the question, and she shook her head no even as my cock remained in her mouth, causing her cheek to bulge out. I pulled her off of my cock again. "Don't fucking lie to me, grade-slut." She started breathlessly, eyes low, "No, it's just you, it's always just been you." I liked the sound of that. "Okay," I said, "if you've wanted to do this so badly, come over here and finish what you started." I leaned back against my desk, my hard cock obscenely jutting out toward the young student. She practically leapt at me, devouring my cock, holding what wouldn't fit in her mouth by her hand. It was a wonderful sight. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth, slut," I said. "I want you to swallow every last drop, god help you if you spill even one drop." She moaned, redoubling her efforts. The situation, her mouth, and my own pressing need proved too much for me and thrust almost into her throat and came as hard as I ever had, flooding her mouth. Like a good girl she tried to obey, tried to swallow it all, but as I looked down at her, I could see her mouth had opened around my cock and she drooled my cum down her chin, a drop found its way to my pants. "Look what you did!" I mustered the anger for the moment, she looked panicked. "Stand up!" She dutifully obeyed, not knowing what to expect. I wiped the cum off of her chin with two fingers and shoved them into her mouth. "Lick my fingers clean, slut." When she was through, I told her to bend over and grab the edge of my desk, which she did without hesitation. I looked her over, she was still clothed. Suddenly I was struck by inspiration. "You were doing so well, I was thinking of even upping you to a B-. Then you got a stain on my pants. Bad form. You need to be punished, don't you agree?" Her response would tell me everything I need to know about her. "Yes," she agreed. And though her response filled me with joy at confirmation of her submissiveness, I smacked her ass hard. "Yes, what?" I asked. "Yes, sir." She moaned, half in pleasure, half in pain. "Excellent," I smiled, "See you are a fast learner. Now take off your clothes so I can discipline you properly." She started slowly, obviously shy. "I haven't got all day!" I barked and she moved more quickly. "From now on, Madison, you'll only wear skirts or dresses. Pants are far too inefficient for earning grades. Do you understand?" Her soft voice agreed, "Yes sir." She stood before me a vision. Bright red hair, pale skin with few freckles, deep blue eyes, the curve of her breasts and hips was well proportioned to her slight frame. A neatly trimmed patch of fire red hair lay between her legs. I took off my tie and folded it. "Open," I instructed simply holding the folded cloth at her lips, she hesitated. "We can't have your cries disturbing my colleagues, can we?" Her mouth and her eyes went wide. I patiently turned her back toward the desk and leaned her over. Without hesitating, I brought my hand down on the soft flesh of her ass and she moaned. On the second stinging smack she yelped mutedly into my tie. By the time I got to five she was mewling constantly into the fabric, sucking air rapidly in through her nose. I had never used a woman like this and I wondered how much she could take. I rubbed my hand over her smooth flesh. Sliding my fingers between her spread legs and found she was absolutely dripping wet. "Madison!" I said nearly mocking her, "I believe you like being punished." I leaned over her, my finger still wriggling between the folds of her flesh, and whispered into her ear. "Such a bad girl." Her self-support fell from palms to elbows as she moaned, her forehead pressed against my desk. My cock was already growing hard again. "Tell me silly girl, is this what you think about when you're alone at night in your dorm room? Some professor spanking your ass red and then using you as a fuck doll?" She nodded hesitantly, her body writhing against the desk. I withdrew my finger from her and smacked her ass again. And again. And five more times, each harder than the first. Her body shuddered as an orgasm washed over her. She practically melted. I stepped up behind her and grabbed hold of her hips, pulling her back up to her feet. I guided the head of my cock between the folds of her flesh and slid into her. Damn she was tight, too tight. "Fuck," I wondered, "Is she a virgin?" Well, if she is she wouldn't be for long. Hell of a way to lose it. As I fucked her she practically cried into the silk. It was impossible to tell if it was from pleasure or pain, but I was beyond caring. Eventually I felt her give way and relax, her ample juices flooded over my hard shaft as I drove into untouched territory. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her up so that she arched back onto me. "Come on, grade-slut," I taunted, "This is what you dreamed about, show me what you're worth." She whimpered and grunted as my cock drove into her tight pussy, pushing herself back onto me, trying to earn that A. I slapped her ass again as I pulled out and spun her around. Her eyes were wild as I sat her on the desk and plunged back into her. Her fingernails clawed at me, trying to pull me deeper into her. I pinned her legs back and pounded into her for all I was worth. I felt her body shudder beneath me as she let out a muffled long, low guttural cry. Her cunt spasmed around me and I pulled out just in time to unload my own orgasm all over her chest and belly. I sat back in my chair, panting; she slid to the floor. I motioned with one finger for her to come over to me. When she began to stand up, I shook my head and said, "Crawl," and she did. I removed the tie from her mouth; it was ruined by her saliva, but ties are easily replaced, grade-sluts are rare. I thought to myself that I should hold on to this one. "Clean me," I commanded. And she dutifully began to lick at my cock, tasting my cum for the second time that afternoon. I stroked her hair as she did and for a second she seemed to purr like a kitten. "That was very well done, Madison," I complimented, "but I think at best it's C+ work." Her eyes darted up at me, disappointed. "It's no matter though. I think you might have many opportunities to earn extra credit this semester. Are you interested in exploring those opportunities? Do you think you can be an obedient girl for the entire semester?" A smiled lit up her face, her eyes beamed behind her glasses, "Yes sir, thank you sir." Now what to do about that fucking dean... Madison After School This is the slight continuation of "Madison Meets the Janitor" so if you haven't read it, please do first... The last bell of the day has just rang. I gathered by books and headed upstairs to Mr. Leon's office to take my make up test that I missed because I was too busy getting fucked by the Janitor. As I'm walking through the halls, my heart begins to quicken. I have this feeling in the bottom of my stomach of nervousness and a tingle coming from between my legs of excitement. I think to myself, I wonder what he meant with Mary, too. He couldn't mean that he was going to punish us together. The tingle in my pussy began to grow a little more. As I approached the door to his office, the cool breeze flew under my skirt to my pantiless pussy. Suddenly, my nervousness became greater. I opened the door to see Mr. Leon talking to Mary. She looks flustered. "Why were you not in class today, Mary?" He questioned her. She was looking all around the room. She glanced at me as I opened the door quietly to help her or something. Her hands were playing with her pen. "I... uh, I..." "Well?" His voice was stern and dominant; he wanted an answer and wanted it to be the truth. Mr. Leon glanced over to me as I took my seat. I saw his eyes run down my body trying to catch a glimpse of my bare pussy as I sat. The feeling of being nervous and excited makes me hornier. "I... I just ...wasn't... ready." She finally got all the words out that formed a sentence that seemed to take a good minute to finish. When she finished her one sentence, Mr. Leon stared at her like she was the devil. This was a different side I was used to. "Hmmm... I see (he paused) and you think you can just take the make up when you are ready, young lady?" He scolded her. "No, sir, I...” She said as she looked towards the ground in shame. "Look at me when I am talking to you!" He snapped. Her eyes shot up. His expression changed a bit, but I wasn't sure what to expect next. His eyes were very cold. He moved his head away from Mary and stared at me. He looked for a moment at my bare legs and I swear I saw him smirk. I had a feeling he was enjoying our mistakes of missing his test. "You realize that your test will not be graded on the scale of 100 as everyone else who already took their test and you will be punished? (he paused) Now you, Madison. You started your test and never finished. What was so important that you had to leave and not return?" He tone was completely different now. It was almost as if he knew. "I had to go to the bathroom... My stomach... was bothering me." I replied slowly, but confidently as I stared him back in the eye not letting him intimidate me like he did Mary. "Is that so?" He questioned innocently. "Yes, sir, it took me a while to find a bathroom since the theater class was having its dress rehearsal." At least that part was true. My heart was pounding and I noticed that I kept crossing and uncrossing my legs each time giving him a tiny glimpse of my freshly fucked pussy. I stopped once I realized it. "Come here, Madison." He ordered. I obeyed and got out of my seat and walked over to behind his desk and waited. I could see his erection trying to burst through his pants. His hand reached in his desk drawer and pulled out a remote control. My heart sank, my whole body froze. Did he know? He looked at me and hit a button on the remote. A TV in the back of his office turned on to a blue screen. OH NO!! Did the Janitor really have a video camera going the whole time I was playing with my self and having him fucking me???? I glared back at him realizing that he only had to hit another button to completely humiliate me. As he turned to talk to Mary who was wondering what was going on and what he really had to power to pull off, Mr. Leon's hand found its way under my skirt. He grabbed my right ass check and stroked it smoothly. I knew Mary couldn't see from her angle. His touch was very gentle; it was hard to react as though he was not touching me. His fingers danced closer to my now quite wet pussy. He must have watched the video; he knew how hot I got being teased. "Mary, do you realized that this late in the school year, missing a test can cause you to get an F in my class for the entire year?" He asked all the while rubbing my ass. "No, sir." She was getting scared. Mary wasn't a scared person in general, but she was very strict on herself regarding her grades. She was a little taller than I was. She had a good size rack and shoulder length blonde hair. She was quite attractive. "That means your fate this year lays in my hands, miss," she nodded. Without even asking if she was up to the task of doing whatever it took to get the grade she deserved, "Come here, Mary, to the other side of my desk." He ordered her and casually removed his hand from under my skirt. We were both at each of his sides. "As my duty as a teacher, I have to enforce the rules of parents when they are not around. I must make you both understand that your behavior lately is unacceptable and cannot go without punishment. Both of you sit on my desk now." His smooth voice was back to very cold and stern. Mary and I jumped at his words. We each sat on his desk with our hands in front of us with our legs closed. "Very good,” he leaned back in his chair and his tone grew less enraged. "Now you understand that if you both don't do what I say, I will give you an F as your final grade. As for you Mary, that means you'll lose your top 10 position and for you Madison, you'll lose your scholarship and maybe something else, too." He smirked, I knew he was referring to the tape of me. We both acknowledged his threat and were listening. "I want you two to kiss each other... on the lips... a real kiss and don't stop until I say." We both looked at each other and back at Mr. Leon as if he was just kidding and he was going to burst out laughing. It was one thing for him to do things for him, but for him on some girl? "NOW!" He screamed at us. We both jumped. He was extremely serious. Again we looked at each other and that was it. "OK, I can see that you two don't care about your grades. An F it is!" He said as he proceeded to push his chair out from the desk. "OK, OK." Mary said. She had caved. Mr. Leon's eyes returned to each of us and waited. We just continued to stare at each other. I had never kissed a girl before. "DO IT!" He screamed again. My heart was pounding so I thought it was going to beat through my chest. I didn't bother to think that I could protest his decision if he really did fail me. But then there was that tape of being fucking some big black man. We looked at each other again. We both knew we were going to have to do this. She started to lean towards me. There was a two or three foot of empty desk space between us where Mr. Leon was in the center of in his chair. I began to lean in, too. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth slightly as her face got close enough. The instant before our lips met for the first time, the nervousness of the whole act and the fact that Mr. Leon was already hard and watching us was beginning to turn me on. My lips met hers. We were just touching each other; we hadn't even started to actually kiss yet. Her lips were so soft. I began the kiss. I began to gently suck on her bottom lip. Both of my lips enclosed around her one and so gently I began to suck. He taste was very sweet and texture was perfectly tender. With my eyes still closed, enjoying her feel and taste, I moved my lips to her upper lip. She now began to suck on my lower. Now we really began to kiss. I moved in closer. I could feel my skirt not only riding up my thighs, but I had my legs spread so that I'm sure Mr. Leon could see completely up my skirt. I knew he could see how wet this kiss was making me. I could feel his eyes all over my body. I left my legs open for him and let my tongue now slip into Mary's mouth. Her mouth was warm and tasty. Our tongues met and danced. "MMMmmmm..." I heard Mr. Leon moan. Then I heard his zipper. He had taken out his hard cock and was jerking off while we did what he told us. "What very naughty girls you are." He moaned again in a low voice. I think Mary liked being told what to do and how naughty she was (I did, too) because she started to fuck my mouth with her tongue. Our faces turned to opposite sides. As wrapped my lips around her tongue and sucked, she moved her head back and forth like it was a small cock in my mouth. Our kissing was becoming wild. "Mary, find Madison's nipple and pinch it hard." My legs were spread and now my hand was resting on Mary's knee so I wouldn't fall over. I felt her hand on my tummy trying to find its way under my uniform white tee shirt. Chills went down my back. I could hear Mr. Leon stroking his cock. I could hear each up and down his hand made. Our kissing was heating up. Now both of our mouths were completely open. Our tongue lapping at each other. The feeling of her fingertips on my skin had instantly made my nipples hard. The anticipation of her touching me was making my pussy ache. Her hand had now pushed up my bra. Her hand cupped my breast. Two of her fingers enclosed around my very hard nipple. She played with it for a little bit. Rubbing both of her fingers over it gently and quickly. "Mmmm..." Mary pinched my nipple so hard and so good. I moaned in her mouth. I pushed out my chest so she'd do it again. Her touch was hard, but at the same time very gentle. I felt no pain, but all pleasure. "Oh yes," Mr. Leon moaned as he watched our little act. "The first one to break the kiss will be spanked." Hearing that world made me hotter. Mary took this as a challenge and continued to tease me knowing that if she could make me cum or get me hot enough I would break the kiss. She brought her other hand around the back of my neck and pulled my closer to her. Our mouths were one. Her tongue was now rolling in circles around mine and her fingers were dancing between each of my breasts keeping my nipple at full attention. It was so erotic. Two can play this game, I thought to myself. I could feel that her legs were in the same position as my, spread. I moved my hand and my fingertips against the inside of her thighs very slowly. She began to moan against me. Suddenly, she pinched my nipple even harder. "MMMMMMMMMM!" I moaned again. She brought me right to the edge. The feeling of her fingers and the feeling of her tongue was bringing me to cumming soon. I knew if she teased me again and pinched me harder, I would cum and get my punishment. Our mouths still locked, our eyes still closed, her fingers teasing my nipples, I didn't waste anymore time. I reached up under her skirt and gently rubbed her crotch through her satin panties. Now she began to moan against me. With one finger, I stroke her pussy though her dampening pussy. I couldn't believe I was touching another girl just so I wouldn't get spanked. Her moaning was becoming louder. I tried to find her clit. Our tongues now lashing at each other. I was growing dizzy from all the excitement. Just as I began to run my finger in circles slowly over her clit through her wet panties now, she pinched my nipple even harder than the last. I had found her spot, she was going crazy. We both started to cum at the same time. "OHMMMMMMMMMMHHMMMMMM!" I was cumming just from a pinch. I kept my mouth locked on hers as I continue to rub her wet panties. Finally, she broke her mouth off and withdrew her hand as she came. When I turned my head to look at Mr. Leon who was stroking his huge cock, I just licked my lips. It was slick with precum. He looked at us. "I guess we know who will be spanked now." We both sat there for a few moments catching out breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened and I loved it. I loved kissing her and making her cum. And I loved how I was being watched the whole time. I looked at Mary; her scared look was slowly turning into a slutty look, which just made me want to match it. "Mary get up and bend over the desk right were you were sitting now." He ordered. She moved quickly off the desk and bent over with her ankles together. Her skirt was still covering her panty-clad ass, but you could see her upper thighs looked very smooth and creamy. Mr. Leon rolled out his chair a little more so his view from behind her was better. I was enjoying the feeling of my pussy all wet and watching Mr. Leon's cock sticking straight up. I couldn't wait to see how Mary was going to react to Mr. Leon's hard spanking. "Madison, get right in front me here,” I obeyed. "I want you to lift her skirt up to her waist." He was going to make me do it?? I followed his instructions again. I grabbed the bottom of the hem of her green pleated uniform skirt and flipped it over revealing her jade colored satin panties. Her wet spot was quite visible from where she came. "Now, get down and pull her wet panties down to her knees." I looked back at Mr. Leon to make sure that was what I was to do. His hand was wrapped around his cock. "But, sir, do you have to...” Mary whined. I knew she was just pretending, I knew she couldn't wait to have Mr. Leon and me see her tight ass all naked and smooth. "You will not speak during your punishment, bad girls only speak when spoken to or I will have to discipline you myself, is that understand, young lady?" Again his tone dropped as he become very serious. "Yes, sir." She replied. I looked back again at Mr. Leon; he nodded for me to go ahead. I got down on one knee directly behind her ass. I quickly ran my fingers over her hips underneath her skirt to her waist to her panties. I wanted to feel her skin, but I didn't want her to think I was feeling her up. I grabbed hold of each side and slowly pulled it over her ass. As I pulled it down from her wet pussy, it began to stick a little to the wetness seeping out from it. As her cum-covered lips came into perfect few, I saw more of her sweet smelling snatch. I pulled her wet panties further down her smooth tight ass to her knees all the while staring between her legs. I noticed she also shaved and did a better job than I do. Her smell was intoxicating. I had never been so close to a pussy, let alone a recently cum covered one. I wondered what it would have been like to bury my face there. I stood back up when they reached her knees. I turned back around and looked at Mr. Leon for further instructions. All these nasty thoughts were going through my mind. Part of me wanted to bend back down and taste her pussy. After only staring at Mr. Leon waiting for him to tell me what to do next, my eyes shot down to his damn stiff pole. I couldn't take my eyes away. Seeing his huge cock so hard, I wanted to take it all into my mouth. "Give her 30 Smacks any way you want. I want her to tell us while you're spanking her why she is getting punished. And no sissy girl spanks. You spank her for the bad girl she has been or you'll be next." Chills went down my spine again. I wasn't sure what to do exactly. I placed my hand on the backs of her thighs and ran it up over her ass gently. It was very smooth. Without giving her any warning, I withdrew my hand about a foot and spanked her right ass cheek. She released a small grunt that I think was just from surprise and the slap didn't make too much of a loud noise. Immediately, I withdrew my hand two feet now and spanked her right ass check again. The slap and her grunt were both a little louder, but I wanted it even louder. Now at two feet again, I gave it all I had. SMACK. "Uggghhhhh!" Mary groaned. I did it again, even harder! SMACK!! SMACK!! I positioned my feet spread apart a little so I could increase my swing each time. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! After about ten spankings good and hard, her ass was turning a good shade of pink on each cheek. She was pushing back against my hand with each one now. It was turning me on more to know that her spanking was turning her on. My pussy was getting very very wet punishing her. I could hear Mr. Leon behind us stroking his cock faster and faster. "UGHHHOOOHHHHHH! UUGGHHH! UGHHHHH!" A grunt with each spanking. SMACK!! SMACK!! "What a bad girl needing to be punished by one of your peers." SMACK!! SMACK!! "Tell us why you needed (SMACK) to be spanked like a little (SMACK) girl, Mary." SMACK!! SMACK!! I said in a nasty voice. "UUGHHH! UGGHHHH, cuz UGGGGHHHH! I was a bad girl. UGGGGGGGH!" She was playing her part well. "How were you a bad girl?" SMACK!! SMACK!! Just as I was getting into it, the smell of pussy was getting stronger. I was getting so hot turning her ass pink in front of my teacher listening to him jerk off to us. Suddenly, I felt his hand between my spread legs. "I missed my (SMACK!) UUUUGGGGHHHH test!" She was now almost ramming into my hand with each slap causing them to hit harder and harder. "And what else uuuuhhhh did you do, you bad, bad girl?" SMACK! SMACK!! Mr. Leon's fingers were inching closer and closer to my pussy. It was driving me crazy. I looked back at him. He had his right hand under my skirt and his left hand wrapped around his oozing hard cock. "I uh, (SMACK!) UHHHHH! broke our kiss." Suddenly, Mr. Leon's fingers found there way to my dripping pussy. God, he was teasing me so much. He only would stick one finger half way into my tight hole. I wanted more and took it out on Mary. SMACK!! SMACK!! "You little slut, (SMACK!!) needing to be spanked like a (SMACK!!) little (SMACK!) fucking (SMACK!!) girl (SMACK! SMACK!)" I think I had given her enough, but I just kept spanking her red ass. Each time the sound of my hand cracking against her smooth flesh was getting louder and louder. And the harder I spanked Mary's ass, the harder she rocked against me and started to spread her legs. It was turning me on wondering how wet I was making her. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Again and again, I punished a girl. I started to spank her closer and closer to her pussy. Her grunting also got louder with each hit. By now, Mr. Leon's hand was fiercely fucking my dripping pussy causing me to go wild on Mary. As my teacher continued finger fucking me he said, "I think she has had 30 spanks, Madison." I stopped my spanking and pushed my ass against his hand loving his finger. Seeing Mary's ass bend over the desk all red was making me dizzy. Suddenly, Mr. Leon inserted a second finger into my little wet pussy. "OOOHHHHH." I moan. Mary stayed bend over. I noticed now that her legs were about a foot spread. "Madison, tell me if our little slut's pussy is wet." He ordered again as his fingers kept fucking me. I couldn't wait to touch her pussy and see what I did to it. I also couldn't wait for Mr. Leon to make me cum. I placed my hand on her warm ass causing her to jump and let out a soft moan. I ran my fingers gently toward the insides of her thighs. With one finger, I barely even touching ran it against her slit to her clit. Her wet folds were like silk. Her pussy was almost literally dripping. "OOOOOOooo." She moaned and pushed back against my hand. I looked back at Mr. Leon as I took my now white cum covered finger "Well?" He asked. "Is her pussy wet?" "Yes, sir." I said holding out my wet finger. Mr. Leon's fingers had removed themselves and were now just teasing my clit without driving me crazy. "Tell me how wet." "Dripping, sir." He had moved his finger directly to my clit. My orgasm was building. "Taste it, taste your pussy covered finger, now!" I put it up to my mouth and sniff in. I like the smell. I put in into my mouth. Mr. Leon's hand was working on my clit. It tasted so sweet. I licked every drop I could and secretly wanted more. As he watched me lick off the other girl’s pussy from my finger, his actions on my clit quicken. "MMM," I let out a soft moan. His finger on me and seeing Mary bent over while I tested her pussy was making me so fucking hot. Mr. Leon let out a similar moan right after mine then withdrew his finger from under my skirt. He laid back in his chair with each of his hands on the armrests. I couldn't help but stare at his hard cock standing up to the ceiling. Madison After School "Have you learned your lesson Mary, or do you need another spanking?" "I learned my lesson, sir." "Get off my desk then. Leave the wet panties off." She stood up and took pulled her panties off. I watched as her eyes feasted on his cock, too. "You two have acted like complete sluts - spanking one another, kissing. What if others were to see or know? (he paused) I try to punish you and you enjoy it. What bad fucking girls I have. I want you to take off your clothes right now... together." My pussy tingled. Mary and I looked at each other a little confused. We then we knew what he wanted us to do. Mr. Leon pivoted his chair so that we were in the center of his view. We approached each other. Her hands immediately went to the bottom of my tee shirt and lifted it over my head. After my hands came back down each of our hands went to the backs of our skirts. She pulled my down running her hands down my bare legs to my ankles. I did the same for her. I was now standing in just my bra and she still had on her tee and bra. She pulled me closer and her hands ran down my back to my ass. I pulled off her tee shirt as she caressed my ass. Now only in our bras with her hands on my ass, I pulled her even closer. Intertwining our legs so that our shaved pussies were only a few inches away from each other, I placed my hands on the back of her neck and drew her to my lips. She ran her fingertips up my back giving me chills and hard nipples. She unhooked my bra and moved her mouth to my nipple as I took my arms out of my bra. Her tongue gently flicked across my left nipple. My hand had pushed up her bra and was fondling her breasts. Her touch was so gently. She wasn't trying to making me crazy just a light tingle all over. It was wonderful. She allowed me to take of her bra. Now both of us completely naked touching each other, we looked over at Mr. Leon. His eyes were enough to make me cum, but seeing his hands fucking his huge cock was overwhelming. I looked back at Mary and put my body against hers. Our tongues met as our nipples rubbed and hands caressed down the others body. She even started to grind her pussy against mine. We went on like this for a while. Feeling her nipples and soft breasts against mine was amazing. I was on fire and loving Mr. Leon's eyes on us. "That's enough teasing, my little horny nymphs. Maybe I could get a slut to suck this right now." He said pointing to one huge cock. Immediately we both got down on the hard floor on our hands and knees at his feet. "Oh my, you both realize you will be punished again for acting like a nasty girl?" As my response, I lowered my mouth onto his rock hard cock. It was leaking precum everywhere and I wanted it all to myself. I couldn't believe what a slut I was acting like. I greedily suck on his shaft while Mary went lower and licked his cum filled balls. I knew he was going to cum soon. While I looked up at my teacher, I slid his entire cock down my throat. I wanted his cum so bad. He grabbed my head and started to fuck my throat. I could feel his cock swelling. Mary was rubbing against me and sucking on his left ball. "UUUGHHHHHHHH yesssss!" Mr. Leon grunted. Mary brought her head up like she wanted a turn. "I think its Mary's turn, ooooooooh god!!" I ignored them both and began sucking and moving my head up and down his cock even faster. I wanted his cum so badly. "YOUU SLUUUT!!" Mr. Leon exploded down my throat. His cum was so good and there was sooo much. I kept swallowing and swallowing. After he was done, I removed my mouth and Mary immediately moved hers on getting any drops I might have missed. "Madison, I don't think that was very nice behavior. Have you not learned anything today?" "I'm sorry, sir. I couldn't help it." Without him saying anything else, he went back into his desk and took out the remote. The TV started making all too familiar noises. Mary and I turned our heads to the back of the room. We had to stand up to see what was on the TV. My mouth dropped. It was the beginning. I was on the screen propping myself up on the desk and soon I had my skirt up and was lying down. I was starting to like the idea of Mr. Leon and Mary watching me. I glanced out of the corner of my eye at each of them, their eyes were glued to the screen. "Mary, do you think it's fair that Madison gets more than you?" Her eyes were totally glued to the screen. She was starting to wiggle in place. On the TV, Mr. Rhodes the Janitor had just caught me wet handed and was running his hands up and down my legs. I couldn't watch too much at a time. I found my eyes going from Mr. Leon to Mary to the screen and so on. Very very slowly, I could see Mr. Leon's cock starting to stiffen again. "No, sir. She's was a very bad girl compared to me, sir." She said in like a monotone type voice while she awed at me on the screen. Now I was having my pussy teased by the Janitor on his desk. Mary took her eyes away from the screen and glared at me with a smirk. "I want her to do that to me." She said innocently enough. Being eat her out like the Janitor did to me. I jaw dropped. As must as I was fantasizing about tasting more of her sweet pussy, I didn't know if I actually meant it. It was just a fantasy. All to fast, Mr. Leon had pointed to his desk and before I knew it Mary was on his desk like I was on the TV, back down and legs spread. The site of her wet pussy was a little strange. Part of me was a little disgusted, I never really like to site of pussy up close, but a new part of me was getting excited. Seeing her pussy juice glistening over her spread lips was making my pussy wetter. "Go, Madison, you are to be punished, too. Twice and now maybe three times of your vivid display of ...lust you preformed for Mr. Rhodes our school janitor." With Mr. Leon directly behind me again, I bent over so that my arms were resting on the desk and my ass pointing to Mr. Leon's cock. I lowered my head and looked up at Mary. She was staring at me like a dog in heat. Her pussy was giving off a very strong smell, yet it was sweeter than anything else as well as the smell of sex, which was enough to make anyone crazy. I leaned down even closer. With one long lick of my wet tongue against her list he was moaning like she was crazy. I gave a bunch more licks of just my tongue licking her wet slit. Next, I moved my tongue between her folds. It was pure velvet. No stub scratching my fact. And delicious like a soft peach. I wiggle my tongue over and over again finding its way into her pussy. I reached my tongue as far as it would go and took it out again. She opened her legs even wider for me. I knew what she wanted, too. I picked up my face and looked her in the eyes as I went back down for more. I went right to her little clit. It felt a little strange, like a little nub sticking out from underneath her velvety flesh. Her juices were coated my lips and chin. I started with slow licks over her clit. With each one her body let out a little spasm and a loud moan. I was teasing another girl with my tongue on her clit. I was loving her taste. I could hear on the TV that the Janitor was about to start spanking me for not wearing any panties to school. Just thinking about that all over again was making my pussy ache. I moaned on to Mary's pussy. God, she thrashed under my mouth trying to push her pussy harder against my tongue as I gently played with her. Mary let herself go. She laid back on the desk and stopped watching my face. I could see that her hands were rubbing her body all over and pinching her hard nipples. I could hear on the TV the smacks on my ass. It echoed throughout the whole room. The more I heard myself being spanked the faster I teased her clit and moaned against it. "OOOOOOOOOH UUUUHHHH YEEESSSSSSSSSS!" Hissed Mary. She was cumming. I slowed down my licks and tasted her cum curiously. It was thick and creamy and even sweeter than her wetness before. I buried my face in her pussy and licked up every drop. I even licked up where it had started to drip down her ass. I started my whole process of teasing her from the beginning. I wanted more cum. I loved feeling her body thrash beneath me. I had completely forgotten about Mr. Leon behind me when all of a sudden: SMACK! He spanked me good on my ass that was sticking out. From surprise, I moaned deeply into Mary's pussy. It caused a chain reaction, "UUUHHHH HHHHHHHHHHgggggg!" She let out. The room was full of sex. "Just like the bad girl I thought you were," Mr. Leon told me. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! He was spanking me so good. I just teased Mary more. "So bad, (SMACK!) I think you're becoming (SMACK!) the school slut, (SMACK!!) right Mary?" SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Mary had her head back over the desk as she watch me get punished my the janitor. Oh god, I could hear myself on the TV. The janitor was now really spanking me just like Mr. Leon was at the same moment. It was going crazy and my pussy on fire. I was bringing Mary slowly to another orgasm. "Oh, YESSSSSSS, sir. She's such a fucking bad girl!" She screamed as she tried to buck herself against my open mouth. SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! Mr. Leon's spanking were getting increasingly harder and harder. I could feel my ass reddening and my pussy dripping. I could hear him bring his hand back and waiting for the hit as I pushed my ass back making it spank me harder was amazing. Harder and harder they got quickly. With each harder spank my teacher punished me, I could feel my face being buried deep between Mary's legs. I was getting her pussy all over my entire face with his spanking. I love how he kept spanking me, punishing me each time causing my face to go deeper into her pussy. SMACK!! SMACK!! She grabbed the back of my head and pushed me against her pussy as my teacher continued my punishment. "MMMMMMmmmm!" I moan over and over again (as Mary did, too) while she fucked my face and I was spanked. SMACK!! SMACK!! My ass was completely on fire and my pussy so close to the action. I could feel my pussy dripping down my leg. God, I was in heaven. "Yes, you bad girl! Eat my pussy, you slut!" Mary ordered me. A girl telling me what to do to her - who would have known it only make me hotter if possible. SMACK!! SMACK!! My head was beginning to spin. I need to come and just when I needed it, Mr. Leon positioned his huge rock hard cock at the entrance of my pussy and placed his hands on my hips, Mary began to cum again. "UUUUGHHHHHHH NOOOOOOO YESSSSSSSSS!" I licked at her more than dripping hole as she held my head against her cum covered snatch. Faster and faster I moved my tongue over her clit while at the same time trying to lick up all her taste white cum. I loved having her cum all over my face. At the same time, I pushed my ass against one huge cock. "I know you like to beg for it and be teased, Madison." I responded by spreading my legs for him. He ran his cock up and down my dripping slit, teasing the shit out of me. I pushed back again. SMACK!! SMACK!! "Nut-uh, you've been a bad girl. Bad girls don't get hard cock whenever they want." This time his cock went up my slit and he moved it in circles over my sensitive clit. My tongue was lashing as fast as I could get it on Mary's clit. My body was beginning to tremble. My pussy was throbbing. I was so close to cumming! He then pushed his cock right on my clit bringing me right to the edge. I lifted my head up. Mary moved her hand from my head. "OOH, Please, sir, your slut needs your huge cock in my bad little pussy." He started moving faster over my clit as I was just doing to Mary's with my tongue. "OOOH GOD! Punish me teacher, teach me what a bad little girl I've been to you, please. I need it!!!!" I begged. SMACK!! SMACK!! I kept trying to buck against his cock to get it into my little hole. He teased me more by placing just the head at the entrance and moving it up my slit to my clit over and over slowly. "Sir! Punish your slut with your enormous cock in my tight pussy. OH please, I'm such a bad girl!" I begged again. Mary had put her hand back on my head and was pushing my face between her smooth legs. Mr. Leon slowly pushed his rock hard shaft into my wet pussy. He knew exactly how I liked it. The further he slid it in the hungrier I ate out Mary. I was keeping her from getting to the edge. "MMMMMMMM!" He was all the way inside me. I moaned over Mary's pussy. I moved my tongue down to her slit and pushed its way inside her little hole as Mr. Leon ever so slowly withdrew his cock for my depths. Over and over he inched his way into my pussy and took it out again. Increasing his speed of fucking me like a slow crescendo. On the TV, I was about to be fucked by the janitor. He was teasing my clit making me beg him to let me cum. Faster my teacher punished me and faster Mary pushed her hole against my face. We started a rhythm of Mr. Leon fucking my pussy and Mary fucking my face. I rocked with each stroke. Mr. Leon's slow torture was building a huge orgasm inside me. I was at the top of my cycle for getting Mary off. "OHHH, YES!" Mary was exploding into my mouth. As Mary began to cum, Mr. Leon starting pumping my pussy with his cock. "MMMM!! MMMM!! MMMMPPPHHH!" I moaned with each thrust and I eat all Mary's cum up. I lifted my face from her drenched pussy. She got off the desk. I braced my arms on the desk so I could fuck my teacher back. Just when I was about to cum: SMACK!! SMACK!! He started spanking me again like the janitor was now doing on the screen. The combination of now being able to fully watch my self and it happening all over again was too much. "OH, FUCK! YES!! UUMGGG! UGGHHH!!" I screamed as I started my huge orgasm all over his cock as he fucked me faster and harder. I started to cum and cum over again. After a little while, Mr. Leon pulled out his cock and let me rest. I turned my head around still bent over the desk, Mr. Leon's cock was fully rigid and stick straight out. God, I wanted more. He sat down in his chair. I could see my pussy all over it. Mmm, I thought. "Mary, I think you still need some punishment seeing the way you just fucked Madison's face, don't you?" His cock was just lying there begging for some attention. As I continued to catch my breath, Mary bounced over and sat on Mr. Leon's Lap facing away from him. "I waaaaaaaannnna watch Madison's act like a slut with Mr. Rhodes, sir." She said with a dragged out 'want' as she slid her pussy down his long shaft. I got off the desk and touched my pussy. My juices were leaking and my pussy was very sensitive. I turned and watched Mary and Mr. Leon. She was bouncing on him just like a schoolgirl would. I watched as his cock disappeared and reappeared from her pussy. His hands were on her hips helping to raise her with each bounce. I could see his balls so full of cum. In a long grunt Mr. Leon said, "Come closer, Madison." I obeyed. I was fascinated with his cock going in and out and in and out of her pussy. Without any further instructions, I got down on my knees right between their legs. When he saw what I was about to do, her bouncing became slow thrusts. "OHHH GOD! He's fucking my pussy so goood. His cock feels like to splitting me in two. OOH YESSSS!" I could see Mary's body just beginning to tremble. I think she came, but it was a huge one. The smell of their sex was so powerful. I inhaled and I could feel my body start to tingle all over again. I moved my head closer to their fucking and stuck out my tongue. I began with his huge cum filled balls and let my tongue lick like a popsicle since his cock wasn't free. As soon as I made contact, he began to moan. I knew they couldn’t last much longer. I moved my tongue faster up his balls and started on her clit. Her pussy was seeping so much wetness. I moved my mouth on to her clit and moaned letting her feel the vibrations on her sensitive area. She began riding him so fucking hard and fast. On the TV, I was begging the janitor to stop fucking me. I kept on cumming and cumming. “UUHHHH YEEEEEESSSS, I’m cummmmmmmIIINNNNGGGGG!” She screamed as I continued to lick up her juices. I watched as Mr. Leon forcefully pushed her hips all the way down. Impaling his huge staff all the way deep inside her little pussy. “UUUUGHHHHHHHHHHGH!” I stopped my actions and watched as them both let out huge orgasms. I could tell her pussy was being filled with an enormous load of his cum. They finished and he pushed her off his lap and sat there resting in his chair. Mary got up and sat down on the first available thing, the desk. All naked and sweaty she sat down and just her body collapse as she lay down with her legs spread. After Mr. Leon caught his breath, “Mary, Madison needs her third punishment. Madison, eat out my cum from her pussy, all of it, now.” My curiosity was still running high. I loved the taste of her sweet pussy and I loved the taste of his hot cum. I turned around and faced Mary who was laying the long way with the size of the desk. Her ass was closer to the center of the desk and I couldn’t reach it by just bending over. “Oh, no, no more, sir. My pussy is full of your cum.” She whined. I walked over towards her and thought about how I could do this. “You will let her do as she’s told. Go on, Madison, looks like you’re going to have to 69 with her to eat her pussy out.” “Yes, Sir…” I replied and jumped up on the desk. Mary was still recovering from her huge orgasm. I lifted my leg over her head and moved my head over her pussy. With my ass now high in the air above her face, I leaned down and licked her cum covered slit. The mixture of their two juices was delectable. Right away I buried my face between her legs slopping up everything that seeped out. I stuck my tongue into her pussy and lashed it around trying to taste more. It was as if she came back to life. Mary started squirming beneath me and I could hear soft moans coming from behind me. I think she was asking me to stop because she was going to cum again. Of course, I just continued my eating and now started to tease her tasty clit. Suddenly, I felt her tongue like my slit. OH GOD! My ass was still in the air and my face buried in your dripping pussy. Soon I felt her hand and fingers rubbing the insides of my thighs. Faster I licked on her clit over and over again. Now I was feeling her fingers and her tongue slowly licking its way up my slit, which was wet with her tongue. I felt her hands on my hips pulling me down on to her face. I had never sat on a girl’s face, but if it was like a boys I was going to enjoy this. Her tongue was very slow and soft as were her fingers on my flesh. It was as if she knew exactly what I liked and how I wanted to be teased. Her tongue danced its way around my clit never touching it. Working its way back up my slit and down causing me to get wetter and wetter. My turn, I forced her legs wider while I flicked my tongue over her sweet clit. In return, she held my ass forcing my pussy on to her mouth, I felt her tongue lick up my slit all the way to my asshole. "MMMMMMMMMMMM!" I moaned on her clit loudly. She started thrashed more beneath me. I was now humping her face trying to spread my juice all over her face like she had done to be earlier. On and on we went with out little game of sweet torture. Her tongue was licking repeatedly from my clit to my asshole. God, it felt sooo fucking good. I could reach hers in my current situation, I just fucking her mouth faster. My tongue was now moving on her clit faster than I had ever done it. "OOHHHHHMMMMGMMMMMMMMMM!" She was cumming and moaning against my clit. It was making me cum, too. And hard! I felt her tongue now eating my ass. HOLY SHIT! The sensation was too much. "OHHHMMMMM! MMMMMMMMMMM! UTHHHH! UHHHHH! MMMMMMMMMM!" We went back and forth making each other cum over and over again. As she came all over my face, I didn't slow down my tongue on her clit one bit. She was going crazy underneath me and I was doing the same fucking her face as she tongued my ass. We both started shaking violently as we started to cum again! We just moaned loudly never lifting or moving our heads from the other's pussy. When we finally came down form our high, I lifted my ass again and climbed off of her. As I was wiping my mouth of all the cum that had dripped down, I looked over at Mr. Leon. He was putting his half-hard cock back in his pants and just staring at our beautiful naked glowing bodies. Madison After School "I have a message for you, Madison, from the principal: You are to meet with him tomorrow first thing in the morning in his office with your father. I have a feeling that he saw the tape, too. So I suggest that you tell your dad before the principal does." OH MY GOD! My dad would kill me if he found out what I did... Find out what happens next with Madison and please read my other stories if you haven't already... Madison "Absolutely," Jim said excitedly as he stood up and helped Dana to her feet. They quickly walked out to the car and got in. As he started the engine he could feel his cock tingling and his heart beating in his throat. Their first stop was at an ATM to get a bunch of cash as Jim had no idea how much this was going to cost. After that the drive to the address he had been given on the phone had taken a bit longer than he expected due to their difficulties in finding the right spot. The business didn't have any signs or markings other than a small neon "open" sign peeking out between the drawn shades over the front glass window. Now they found themselves sitting anxiously in the small, dark room waiting for their fantasy lover to return. Jim and Dana didn't look at each other often and mostly just looked around the room to try and get a feeling for their surroundings. Jim's eye was quickly drawn to a line of several bottles that sat next to the stereo on the table between where he and Dana sat. One bottle was clearly a lubricant, one other was a massage oil, and a third was a hand sanitizer. The possibilities that this array of lotions brought to his mind made his heart race and his cock twitch. When he looked up from the table he briefly met Dana's eye and guessed she too had been looking at the bottles next to her. They exchanged a brief smile and laugh that seemed to simultaneously convey their mixture of nervousness and excitement. Very shortly afterward there was a short, quiet knock on the door followed by a brief pause before the door finally opened. "Peek a boo," Madison playfully said as she poked her head inside the door and looked at first Jim and then Dana. When she saw they were both still fully dressed she made a pouting expression with her lips and stepped inside. She looked back and forth between them again and with the tiniest of pouts in her voice said, "But there is nothing to peek at." She again almost seemed to have some sort of European accent when she spoke. It hadn't even occurred to Jim that they could or should have stripped while waiting for Madison, however judging by her reaction this is clearly what she had expected. He felt his cock stir and his stomach knot as he thought about being naked, or at least partially naked, while Madison performed for them. Madison gracefully glided over to the table between them and inserted a CD. Her choice in music was hip-hop with a strong bass beat. Jim didn't recognize the song at all but it seemed to provide the perfect accompaniment as Madison began to slowly dance. He didn't want her to think they weren't going to tip but he wasn't sure how to raise the subject so he simply said, "So, um, you said that a standard tip is double the house fee?" "Well, it starts there," Madison replied with a sexy tone in her voice that he hadn't noticed before. "It can go much higher." She paused as she looked back and forth between Jim and Dana and then added, "It all depends on what kind of a show you want." Jim immediately wished they had taken more money out of the ATM because he wanted to make sure they got the best damn show possible. He reached into his wallet and handed over everything in it to Madison. She smiled wickedly and dropped the money into a small drawer under the table. Madison continued to slowly and provocatively dance before them without starting to strip or do anything overtly sexual as of yet. Jim stared lustfully at her big tits as she moved and became very excited when she slowly moved over toward Dana. Jim still wasn't sure exactly what they were about to see but he knew he was very excited to watch Madison do just about anything with Dana. As she moved close to Dana Madison said, "If you don't object I think I will start with him." She paused and looked over at Jim as if to emphasize that is who she was talking about. "You see," she said leaning toward Dana and undoubtedly giving her a great view of her tits, "I usually find that the men get very impatient if I make them wait and have a harder time controlling their pleasures. I think I'll take care of him and then we can have our own fun and take our time. OK? Besides, I like to take my time with the pretty women." Dana merely stared slack jawed at the exotic beauty standing before her and Jim excitedly thought he noticed Dana looking down at Madison's big tits as Madison straightened up and started to turn toward Jim. She slowly danced over in front of him and told him to get more comfortable. At first Jim didn't move so she leaned down, placing one of her hands on either of his knees, and looked him directly in the eye. With one hand she tugged on his shirt and said, "It seems awfully uncomfortable on such a humid night to be wearing these things. Besides," she added with a teasing smile, "I can't get in the mood if you are still fully dressed." Jim was now wildly excited and he could feel jolts of excitement surging through him from the spot where her hand rested on his knee. He quickly glanced over to Dana to make sure she wasn't upset but one look at her told him that she was as excited as he was. They made eye contact briefly and the burning lust in her eyes told Jim what he needed to know. He began to stand off the couch as Madison smiled and said, "That's a good boy." Jim slipped off his sandals and then pulled off his shirt. As he started to remove his shorts Madison turned to Dana and continued her slow, teasing dance. Jim removed his shorts and sat back down on the couch in his boxers. He stared excitedly at the two women in front of him. As if she was answering some unasked question Madison turned to Jim and said, "You see, I am no dyke. I definitely love men. But," she added as she looked back to Dana, "I do love the pretty women." The way she looked at Dana and the tone in her voice drove Jim wild and he felt a small trickle of pre-cum ooze out onto the tip of his cock. Madison started moving over toward Jim again as she finished by saying, "I guess I'm a lipstick lesbian." As she said this she looked down toward Jim's lap and smiled wickedly. Jim glanced down at the bulge his cock was making in his boxers and saw that there was already a dime sized wet spot from his pre-cum that had soaked into his boxers. "Very good," Madison purred as she slowly danced right in front of him. Her hands moved to the top of her skirt and she easily unsnapped and unzipped it before pushing it down her long legs and kicking it to the far side of the small room. Jim stared greedily at her as he could now easily see that she was wearing a shiny black thong. Her black stockings stopped halfway up her long thighs exposing the beautiful, milky white skin of her upper thighs to him. She danced while smiling coyly at him for a few more moments before she leaned down and touched his bare knees. He almost jumped at her touch and felt himself getting wildly excited by her simple touch as she gently pushed his legs apart. She pulled her hands away and slowly dropped to her knees before him. He stared at the exposed parts of her tits as they rocked and bounced from her movements. Slowly, she moved her hands to her waist and grasped her top. She steadily pulled it upward until she was ready to pull it over her head. She then stretched the neck of the top wide and very carefully removed the shirt so as not to mess up her hair. "I've got to be careful so I still look pretty," she said as she tossed the top aside and quickly readjusted her hair. "Ugh, I don't know why I bother though with this weather." She looked at Jim again and said, "I am sorry I don't look so good." Jim barely heard a word she said as he had been nearly hypnotized by her big tits. The large butterfly tattoo over her left tit looked so sexy that he wished he could reach out and feel it. Her tits hung forward rather than to the side so even as she knelt before him with no bra her big tits hung together and created a sexy cleavage. There was absolutely no doubt now that her tits were natural. Madison clearly picked up on his gaze and looked over at Dana as she said, "Although I guess it is not my hair you are interested in, no?" She then shook her shoulders slightly causing her tits to wobble from side to side teasingly. Jim sat still and stared in a mixture of awe and lust as Madison leaned closer to him and again put her hands on his thighs just above his knees. She crawled closer to him and he let out a long moan when he felt her tits rub against his stomach. She slowly dragged her tits from side to side over his stomach before she rose slightly and did the same to his chest. Occasionally she "jiggled" them from side to side causing them to wriggle and ripple against him. Jim loved feeling her heavy tits swaying and bumping against his bare skin and stared wildly as she continued to drag them all over his stomach and chest. She moved down again and let her tits brush ever so quickly over his hard cock before she moved lower and dragged them all over his bare thighs. Jim was moaning softly and going out of his mind with lust. He stared at her as she pulled away from him and began to stand up. She crawled over him with one leg between his and one leg to his side and paused momentarily as he basked in the sexuality of having her so close to him. She leaned forward and pressed her tits into his face holding them still for a moment before she began dragging them back and forth over his face. He groaned and savored her soft flesh and slightly hardening nipples brushing over his forehead and cheeks. When she dragged them over his mouth he instinctively began kissing and licking at them and was wildly excited when she continued moving her tits back and forth making no effort to stop him. He tried sucking one of her nipples into his mouth but she deftly leaned away stopping him. Short of that, however, she let him kiss and softly lick at her tits over and over as she pushed her tits back and forth across his face. He groaned in disappointment when she moved away and looked up at her sexy eyes. The glittery eye shadow all around her eyes was a little over the top, but in this lighting with the sexy, playful look she gave him it looked perfect. She moved back until she was sitting on his thigh and smiled devilishly at him as she started dry humping his leg. She moved slowly and made exaggerated motions as she rocked her hips back and forth dragging her pussy across his thigh. Jim moaned again and watched her luridly hump his leg. He stared first at her pussy, still covered by her black thong, and then looked up at her tits and watched them for several long moments. Finally, he looked up into her eyes as she calmly gave him a sexy smile and playfully sucked on her lower lip. Up to this point his hands had been sitting at his side as he wasn't sure what he was allowed to do in this situation. As she continued humping his leg she reached out and slowly took his hands in hers. She guided them to her ass and rested his hands there as he groaned excitedly. He began to massage and fondle her ass as she gyrated her pussy over his thigh. She kept this up for a while longer before she pushed herself back until she was sitting near his knee and then leaned across his crotch with her body. She looked up at him and held his gaze as she lowered herself down over him. At first he didn't know what she was doing but he then gasped when he felt her stomach pressing against his hard cock. She resumed humping him and her stomach now rubbed up and down his rock hard cock. She would keep this up for only a few moments before raising slightly and allowing him to recover before she lowered herself onto him again. He would never have guessed that something like this could feel so amazing but he knew he could easily cum from just this if she continued long enough. In his excitement he grew more aggressive in fondling her ass and reached his fingers deeply between her legs. He expected her to stop him but instead his fingers contacted the smooth material of her thong. He started to rub his fingertips up and down the material between her legs as she continued humping him and was shocked she hadn't stopped him. "How far will she let me go?" he thought to himself wildly. He had just decided to try and push his fingers around her thong and touch her pussy when she straightened up and stood up off his lap. She stood before him with a sexy grin and dropped to her knees between his legs. She again put her hands on his thighs and he felt bolts of excitement surge through him from her touch. She looked up at him as she leaned forward until her tits were hanging directly over his hard cock. She began dragging them from side to side all over his crotch but concentrated on rubbing them against his hard cock through his boxers. As she did this she ran her hands lightly up and down his thighs each time letting her fingers slip just under his boxers. Jim groaned over and over and could feel the wetness of his pre cum coating his cock as she teased him with her tits. She leaned over slightly and dragged her tits over his bare thigh yet again and, before Jim really realized what had happened, she reached up and delicately brushed her fingers over the bulge his hard cock was making in his boxers. He gasped at her touch and desperately wanted her to continue but she stopped and moved her hand back to his thigh. He wasn't too disappointed, however, as she soon returned her tits to his crotch and resumed rubbing them all over his hard cock. This continued for many more long minutes and she continued to periodically let her fingers lightly rub against his hard shaft. Each time her fingers touched him he groaned and would groan again when her tits returned to teasing his cock. When she finally leaned back she stood up and stepped toward him. This time as she sat over him on the couch she straddled him completely and put her legs on either side of him. He immediately resumed massaging and fondling her ass. He gasped as she reached down between them and repositioned his cock under his boxers. She pushed it straight up with her fingers, and once she had it as she wanted she lowered herself onto his crotch and began humping his cock. In this position he could feel the cleft of her pussy through the thin layers of their clothes as she moved back and forth on his rock hard cock. After more humping she sat back and he groaned as he felt his hard shaft pushing against her pussy. She smiled and began to run her hands all over his bare chest and stomach. She periodically focused her caresses on his nipples and lightly pinched and rolled them between her fingers before releasing them and resuming her caressing. She resumed humping his cock once again and this drew her upper body very close so her face and tits were mere inches away from his. Almost by instinct he began sliding his hands up from her ass along her back. He almost didn't realize he was doing it until she reached back and stopped him just as he was about to slide them around her and onto her tits. She easily pushed them back down to her ass where he eagerly resumed fondling her feeling a little disappointed he couldn't feel her tits. After humping his cock for a few more moments she shifted over so she was just straddling his right thigh. As she had done previously with his left thigh she began to luridly hump it as Jim fondled her ass excitedly. He stared at her wondering what she had in store next as she shifted her weight back slightly and put her right leg on the floor. She ran her hand up his chest and then down to his thigh before she poked gently at his hip. He had been so captivated watching her tits that he didn't really notice she was waiting for him to do something. He looked at her blankly as she looked pointedly down at his boxers and again poked at them playfully. It was clear she wanted him to be naked and Jim quickly glanced over to Dana unsure how she would feel about that. Even before she nodded her head yes he knew her answer just by the wild look on her face. He recognized that look from having seen it hundreds of times as they fucked. Knowing his wife was very horny watching, Jim immediately raised his ass off the couch and pushed his boxers off before tossing them aside. He sat back down before Madison with his rock hard cock standing tall and straight off his lap. Madison looked down at his hard cock and Jim suddenly grew very excited by being so exposed to a strange woman. She looked over her shoulder at Dana for a moment but Jim couldn't see what Madison did, if anything, as she looked at his wife. Turning back to Jim she lowered herself across his lap again but this time her tits directly contacted his hard cock. He groaned as he felt her smooth tits touch his shaft and continued to gasp and sigh as she began to drag her heavy tits back and forth and up and down over his cock. He started shifting his hips to try and increase his pleasure as she kept this up for a while. When she raised up she quickly got on her knees before him and took her tits in her hands. She pulled them apart slightly as she leaned forward and released them when she had Jim's cock trapped between them. As Jim gasped Madison began moving up and down tit fucking him. She moved her right arm over and across her tits and pushed her left tit toward her right one creating a sensual pressure on his cock that was driving Jim wild. The sensation was amazing and Jim knew he could have easily cum if she continued. She did continue for a while longer before she leaned back and his cock popped out from between the soft warmth of her tits. He stared at her in wild anticipation as she picked up a small bottle from the table and held it up to him. She raised her eyebrows slightly and looked down at her tits pointedly. She was clearly asking him if he approved. He really didn't know what he was agreeing to but at this point he would have been game for anything she would have suggested. He excitedly nodded his head as she smiled and popped open the top of the bottle. With a sensual grace she held the small bottle over her tits and squeezed out a thin line of the clear fluid. It fell between her tits and then on the insides of both tits as she swayed from side to side slowly while the fluid fell. After she set the bottle back down on the table she looked up at Jim with a wicked gleam in her eyes. He watched excitedly as she began to slowly spread out the fluid with her fingers. She leaned forward again capturing his hard cock between her soft tits. Immediately Jim knew that the small bottle had contained a lubricant as his cock now easily glided within the soft friction of her tits. She resumed their previous position with her pressing her tits together softly as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Jim let out a long, wanton groan as he watched her tit fuck him. He stared at the tip of his cock as it alternately disappeared and then reemerged from between her slippery tits. Madison slowly lifted her head and made direct eye contact with Jim giving him a teasing, sexy smile. Jim wanted this to last forever and, seeming to sense his enjoyment, Madison did linger in this position for a while. Eventually she began to slowly lean back until Jim's hard cock separated from her tits and she knelt looking up at him as he gazed down at her slick, shiny tits. Reaching over to the small table she picked up a small towel and slowly brought it to her tits. She smiled and looked teasingly at Jim as she erotically wiped the lubricant off her tits. Jim never realized watching someone drying off with a towel could be erotic but he was very excited watching her tits jiggle and sway as she passed the towel over and around them repeatedly until they were dry. As she dropped the towel next to the table she began to rise to her feet and Jim stared up at her excitedly. He briefly wished she would remove her black thong so he could see her pussy but he was so far under her spell he couldn't even think of making that request.