3 comments/ 72110 views/ 7 favorites The Rocking Horse By: magnapanda This particular day was an overcast, yet warm Wednesday, sometime in the middle of June. It was then approaching midday, and I was preparing to take perhaps the most easy-going lesson of the day. The morning had been not without its incidents with some of the younger students. Art lessons seemed to incite misbehaviour, and while the number of reprimands dished out today had been relatively less than usual, it was probably too much to ask for children to be totally sensible while handling clay or messing with paint, especially in the highest room of the three story main building. This next lesson I was due to take however was a sixth-form class readying for A-level exams, and totalled approximately thirteen, depending on the occasional truant. As such, it was sure to be free of behavioural problems as the students had chosen the subject because of their interest in it, and over the last ten months they had given me the impression of a rather quiet, grown-up, interesting group of eighteen year-olds. Because of this they were my preferred class to teach by a long way. Their abilities were mixed however, but as you would expect there were a few very talented individuals who were fantastically creative and technically brilliant. Yet of these few young artists, one girl had been a particular pleasure to teach. Anna was the girl seated farthest from me, meticulously applying intricate, delicate patterns to several pieces of board, for, as she had told me the previous week, the purpose of making stencils. She sat with one leg over the knee of the other, quite at ease but seemingly absorbed in her work. It was perhaps this pose which had drawn me towards her in the very beginning; her black over-the-knee socks highlighted her slender legs in this pose, unique and alluring. The rest of her uniform -- the very short, dark skirt and fitted shirt -- exuded a very kempt appearance, and was matched with the small, shiny, un-scuffed shoes she wore that always looked brand new. The outfit was neatly drawn to the familiar school tie, which hung at a reasonable length, and was showed no signs of fraying, and was without, perhaps unusually for a student, ink stains. This neatness repeated itself in her hair, where her blonde waves exuded care and attention, but nowhere near the blatant over-styling evident in some of her peers. The same was true with her make-up: I always noticed how little she wore. Her striking face came close to looking like that of a model without seeming gaunt, and needed no exaggeration. In comparison to the girls that I often noticed wandering the school clad in a thick shell of foundation she appeared so natural. I imagined perhaps she could have been a woodland nymph, her delicate frame and small height leaving me with the impression that all she lacked were wings of some kind. Socially, Anna had many friends. Yet she was also strangely solitary. I noticed how her interaction with other students was never restricted by their social groups. She herself seemed to switch factions from the popular girls to the more studious types generally, though she lacked the social ferocity of the first and the reclusive bookishness of the latter. I had no idea to which group her most friends belonged, or where her own loyalties lay. It wasn't something we ever discussed. But I knew she was never alone, never without company, which reassured me greatly. In the art class she worked diligently, without allowing herself to be greatly interrupted by other students. There was only ever one thing that had ever taken her attention away from her artwork. And that was me. This warm June day was to continue the usual fortnightly arrangement that had been taking place over the last few months, ever since that day last year, at the end of August. It had taken a while to get to this stage but Anna now knew precisely what was required of her. The bell rang for the end of the lesson, and as was now customary she ensured that she was last to pack up, staying behind while everyone else droned hurriedly out for lunch. On a Wednesday, her afternoon lessons were technically to be double P.E. But seeing as though I had a firm acquaintance with her P.E. teacher, and as it was a subject that was geared towards personal benefit as opposed to any qualification or academic gain, I was able to ensure that her absence was all in good cause: helping out in the art rooms, for instance or finishing up coursework. For myself I still had lessons to attend to, following a one hour break. That was of no concern however, as the arrangements planned for Anna didn't call for my interaction until later that evening. But I did like to initiate things early, and let her taste what she knew was coming. I sat at my desk and called out to her, the other students having just left: "Anna, could you stand up please." She stood slowly, placing her pencil on the table next to her eraser and art tools and scraping the plastic chair against the floor slightly. "Come and stand in front of me, there's a good girl." In a sheepish, vulnerable way Anna shifted herself to about three metres in front of my desk. Her hands were closed and her legs were buckling ever so slightly, a familiar sight. I stood up and approached where she had been sat for the lesson, as I always did. Anna remained facing my desk. I looked closely at the blue plastic chair she had been sat on. I touched it and felt the chairs warmth. There was a slight dampness to it, as usual. I straightened up and sighed, smoothed out my tie and walked back to my desk. I sat down and looked at Anna who had her head bowed in shame, allowing her hair to almost cover her cheeks. "This really will not do, Anna. You can't ruin school property like that. I mean, just look at how wet your pussy has made the seat." I let it ring in the silence, and she nodded slightly. She knew what was to follow. "Well then. Take off your panties." I said. She reached under her skirt and pulled down her small, white briefs, looped them over her feet. I could see her breathing had increased. "Put them on my desk, and walk around to me." I said, and moved my chair back slightly so that it was touching the whiteboard. Anna duly placed her white panties, which I could see had gone slightly translucent with wetness on my desk, and walked around to me and stood in between my knees. She faced away from me, and slowly bent over the desk, gripping the furthest edge of it from me with her hands, and turned her head to the side. Her legs were straight and her back arched inwards in anticipation. I watched for a few seconds, before shaking my head, saying: "You really, really shouldn't get things so messy at school Anna." I lifted her skirt over her back to see her cute butt, soft and smooth and perfectly shaped. I glanced at her smooth, tempting pussy to see it gleaming with juice; over her lips and even as far as her thighs. I had to resist a terrific urge to touch it, taste it. "Your pussy really is very wet this afternoon, isn't it?" I said softly. Anna nodded and closed her eyes; I noticed her slightly biting her lip. "Yes sir." She breathed. I really was teasing her today. I brought my hand down sharply on her right buttock and watched her flinch. I ran my hand gently over it, before giving the left side the same treatment. Then I proceeded to strike each side after five second intervals, massaging them in-between, until I could see them gently redden. Once I had finished, I glanced again at her pussy. She was silently pleading for anything to touch it, with more juice flowing from it by the second. It made me wonder if she somehow saved it up just for me. Anna was squirming and gyrating for me to do something about her intense arousal, but she should have known better. This was now over. "Okay, up you get. Put your panties back on and collect your things." She rose from the desk, leaving a clammy mark of her tummy on the worn wooden surface. "Here's the key. I will see you in a couple of hours." I gave her a kiss on the forehead. Then I removed a single key from the desk drawer and pressed it into her hand, and watched as her pleading eyes looked at me with a familiar mixture of longing and frustration: a yearning to be fucked by her thirty-seven year old art teacher, for her wet pussy to be finally satisfied, and for it to be here and right now, and the painful truth that she would indeed have to wait not just another minute, but another five hours. She made her way to her seat and collected up her belongings. I warned her that I could have confiscated her panties and made her walk back to my house without them, as I had before on occasion. Her blushing face nodded, and she left the room. The rest of my teaching day would now full of anticipation; an unmatched eagerness to get home driven by the knowledge that Anna waited for me there in exactly the way I taught her. By the time I reached her, she would be close to a passionate frenzy. Through the difficult task of removing this thought from my mind I was usually able to concentrate more fully on teaching in the afternoon, and therefore stop time from dragging so. I would have her for around two hours that evening, with her parents assuming, as I had written to them, Anna was involved in after school art activities. There was a semblance of truth in this, as she was always present at such events. They never took place on a Wednesday however, and her aging, docile, kindly parents whom I had met on more than one occasion at parent's evenings and school art exhibitions would undoubtedly never question the situation. During school holidays I always made sure that I could have her for at least one whole day somehow, which was also easily arranged. Suspicion was absent. The situation was faultless. That afternoon did indeed pass quickly, as I remained focused on my teaching. As the final bell of the day rang out however, my stomach thumped with the blood of excitement. Once I had cleared away the remaining debris of a year nine attempt at papier-mâché I gathered my briefcase and art materials box, said my goodbyes to various colleagues in the staff room and left for home, and Anna. Living in this house, which I had attempted to redecorate many years ago from its poor state of repair was ideal, merely a ten minute walking distance from the school, and the large, old, detached building sat close to a fairly quiet road. Walking my everyday path was generally peaceful in the afternoons, once the children also heading home had dispersed along the route. Thankfully crossing through any rough-looking estates was unnecessary, and so my direction differed to those we all knew from school that would be looking to cause trouble. In fact I had only one street of true suburbia to pass through; the rest of my journey took me through a few streets of old, diverse houses: the remains of a scattered village. I arrived at my driveway listening to the sounds that hung in the relative silence. A bird, the effects of a slight breeze, and a passing car. In the early evenings I could often see and hear people walk past from the windows, but just now it was quiet. My own heart became a sound. I could feel it pulsing adrenalin through my body, both from my quickened pace and my intense excitement. I removed my ring of keys and unlocked the front door. Opening it, I was met with my old and empty hallway. Looking through the downstairs rooms, Anna was nowhere to be seen, and nothing had been disturbed. She was so very good at doing exactly what I had taught her, I almost felt a sense of pride. I set my things down in the large living room, and went to the kitchen for a glass of water. I knew she would be able to hear me, knew she would start to get even more wet in anticipation. The water was not cold, but it was fine. I opened the kitchen door into the garage, an old converted shed, and closed it behind me. I pulled the cord light switch to illuminate the room. Although the room was mostly empty I had made sure it was a decent temperature, despite its concrete floor. It wasn't exactly warm, but you wouldn't feel the cold in there, which I was glad about, for Anna's sake. In the middle of the room, on an old, cushioned rocking horse, Anna was waiting. She was facing away from me, but towards the garage door. Naked, and with her hands secured by ropes around the front of the horse she was still. I moved closer to inspect, one hand in my pocket and one holding the water. Her legs were dangling away from the sides of the wooden toy, as there were no stirrups. The saddle, padded, was the only fabric part of the horse, with the rest being shiny mahogany. I gazed at her pussy, and saw just how wet it really was. It seemed to seep fluid before my very eyes, and I noticed that it had been occasionally dripping onto the wooden end of the horse, down the tail, and onto the floor, forming a large, dark wet spot in the concrete. I walked around to the front of the horse. Anna's hands were firmly tied, as I taught her, around the wooden neck and partly to the front legs. Her reddened cheek was leant against the neck also, her eyes were glazed and her breathing was heavy but suppressed. Her small breasts were discernible each side of the neck, and she used her upper arms to compress them against the wood, perhaps longing for just one touch on the nipples that she couldn't reach herself. I walked around her slowly, my footsteps sounding loud on the concrete. I was captivated how her slender litheness mimicked the shiny, polished curves of the horse. Their arched backs sat paralleled. Her body was almost as small as the toy itself. I was never sure how long it took her to arrange herself like this, or at what time she decided to prepare herself for me, but the wetness of the floor always indicated a good while. My cock had grown incredibly hard as I studied her. Walking back around to the front, I set down the glass of water, unzipped and pulled it out. "Does my Anna want to taste this, and get it all wet for me?" I said, looking down at her. She nodded longingly, and I brought myself close to her lips. My cock leaked juice from my arousal, and she eagerly lapped it up. Then, almost uncontrollably she took as much of me as she could in one go, allowing saliva to thickly coat my impatient cock. It drooled down to my balls as she sucked me perfectly. The horse started to rock underneath her. I put my hand in her hair and held her head, gradually slowing her rocking down before retreating myself from her mouth. "Well done sweetie. I think I am ready to fuck you now. You would like to be fucked right now, wouldn't you?" I said to her in a kindly voice, stroking the side of her face gently. She responded well. "Yes, please sir, please fuck me. Please fuck me sir." She pleaded. I kissed her forehead and walked to the back of the rocking horse. Anna was at the perfect height for me in this way. I grabbed hold of her upper thigh with one hand, and started sliding my cock up and down and around her pussy, around her clit and lips, mixing the saliva on my cock with her wetness. Her breathing increased yet again, and she came close to letting out a pleading whimper. I held myself at the entrance to her pussy and watched as she attempted to rock back and forwards onto it. Slowly, she managed to ease her tight self onto my cock, albeit just the very end of me. I held her still. I waited, teasing her. She started to try and rock again but I made sure that she didn't get anywhere. Then, grasping her hips I pushed myself slowly into her, until I couldn't go any further. Anna lifted her head, gasping, and quietly groaned as I fucked her in measured drives. My hands moved to her bum, and I rocked her back and forth on my cock, watching as it glistened from her soaked pussy. I tip-toed occasionally, pushing myself down against her most sensitive part. Her tightness betrayed just how big I must have seemed inside her. With each movement she tried to get me further and further into her, but to no avail. Her breathing intensified again, her body writhed, appearing unsure of what to do and where to go as she approached an orgasm. Suddenly her entire body seemed to spasm, her legs thrashed, her back arched even further and she shuddered as her pussy became incredibly tight around my cock. She twitched and lurched, causing the horse to rock violently. I managed to stay inside her throughout. On some occasions it had been difficult. Once she had finished gasping I pulled out, though I knew she was aching for more. The rocking horse slowed, and I walked around the front again, trailing my hand over her skin, sparkling from sweat. I told her to clean me up, and she began to trail her tongue along my dick, scooping up as much wetness as possible into her mouth. "That's good, that's a good girl. You like the taste of your own pussy don't you?" She nodded, my cock filling her mouth. "I want you to swallow it all up today, Anna." I stood there and loosened my tie as her soft sweet lips trailed up and down me, her tongue massaging me. She knew I liked her to crave my cum: to want to drink and swallow every last bit. If she did that, she knew she could be in for a treat. As she sucked, voices could be heard outside. A large group of people, some of them children, were walking along the street, close to the house. I enjoyed it when that happened. That they were so close, that she must be quiet to avoid discovery made Anna redden once more, and I knew it was sure to make her wet all over again. I had played with the idea of one day not entering through the kitchen, but maybe the garage door itself, leaving it open so as to risk being seen by anyone who happened to walk past. I leant on the horse's head with one hand and stroked Anna's face with the other. Her hair had become tousled and darker slightly. She looked up at me with her wanting eyes. And then I came. I filled her mouth with several large measures of my cum, and I watched her neck as she swallowed several times. I soon pulled out. She had done a very good job of cleaning me up. "Well done sweetie. There you are. All full now? Did that taste nice?" I looked down at her as she licked her lips and nodded again. I smiled, and bent down until I was level with her breasts. She moved her arms as best she could to make way for me to put my mouth over each of them, wetting them, furiously playing at her sensitive little nipples with my tongue. Then I stood up, zipped up, and tucked my shirt back in and re-straightened my tie. I carefully untied Anna's arms, threw the rope on the floor and hoisted her off of the rocking horse. She was so light, drooping from my arms like a ragdoll. I carried her back through the kitchen and into the large, open living area. I set her down in the middle of the room, on a rug in front of the vast, empty fireplace. She positioned herself on all fours, as she knew she must, awaiting my instruction. The room, like much of the house was in a process of refurbishment. Two large red antique leather sofas mingled with step ladders, paint, archaic bureaus and other antiquated furniture items. I sat down on the edge of one of the old desks. Next to me was a Polaroid camera. I picked it up and checked it for film, of which there was plenty. I walked over to my little girl, knelt at her side and took a photo of her on all fours. It was an act that had become something of a ritual. I took the photo and shook it rapidly. "Here you go, don't drop it now." I said, as Anna took the photo in her mouth. She knew that if she dropped it, then I would get to keep it. If she didn't, she was free to hold on to the photo herself. I had joked when I first started that the more of them I got to keep, the more of her was mine. She hadn't dropped one yet. I stood up behind her, admiring her truly nimble frame. Her arched back allowed her ribs and spine to just become noticeable. I ran the tip of my pointed, shiny black shoes along the inside of her leg, up her thigh and pushed it up against her pussy, giving her clit a gentle massage. Withdrawing my shoe I noticed she had made it wet and slick. The Rocking Horse PART I - Abduction I awoke feeling cold, stiff, and restrained?!!!... What the?!... Where am I?! The last thing I could remember was falling asleep next to my husband. Now I opened my eyes to a completely dark room; cold, damp and uninviting. I was hunched over in a sitting position, naked, alone. My hands and legs were tied to whatever I was sitting on and my mouth gaged. How the hell did I get here?! Where the hell am I?! Who did this?! Why was I tied down?! I tried to dislodge the gag, but it was much too tight. The room was cold, and a sinister chill ran through my body. I waited, alone, in the dark, wondering. One by one, four studio lights turned on, first from behind, then from either side, the last illuminating my face. The light was warm, but very bright leaving the rest of the room dark. As my eyes adjusted to the light, a large TV monitor switched on in front of me. The screen was split into five windows, each hosting a different view of me in my current situation. One camera was focused on my face and torso. I could see the gag in my mouth and that my hair was a mess. My breasts looked huge in the bright light. My nipples, hard and erect in response to the chill in the room made me feel very uneasy. There was a full view from each side where I could clearly see myself sitting on what appeared to be a crude wooden rocking horse. My arms were extended out in front of me with my hands bound to the post that formed the horse's head. My ankles were bound in a similar manner to the stirrups on either side of the horse with a wide leather strap wrapped over my thighs holding me firmly against the makeshift, split wooden saddle. Another camera had a view from behind me. With the rocking horse pitched forward, I could see my bare ass spread across the split wooden seat leaving my privates unflatteringly exposed to view. Beneath the saddle a steel pipe extended up from the floor, uncomfortably close to my ass! The window in the center of the monitor had a view from beneath me with an extreme close up of my pussy. I could see every detail of my privates brightly illuminated on the screen in front of me. I never felt so naked and exposed. My heart pounded with fear; what the hell was I dong here?!? PART II – Treatment I heard someone else in the room, but was unable to see as the bright lights made it impossible to see into the shadows. On the monitor however, I could see a figure approaching me from behind. In their hand was a small metal object. He held it close to the camera behind me. As the camera focused, I could see it was a smooth, thin and oddly curved metal shaft with a slightly larger ball on the end of it. On the monitor I watched as he approached my ass. I watched him drizzle the shaft with lube and stroke it much like he would stroke his cock. I began to squirm on the bench, trying to squeeze my ass cheeks together to avoid what I knew was about to happen. It made no difference at all. He slid his hand over my pussy, leaving a thin layer of lube on my lips just as he began to slide the cold metal phallus inside me. As tightly as I squeezed, the thin probe entered me easily with little resistance. He moved the phallus around inside me coating my insides with the lube, then withdrew most of it, placing the exposed end above the pipe beneath me. Oh! No! I thought, What?! No! I muttered behind the gag. I squirmed again, clamping my pussy as tight as I could, but the head of the phallus remained inside me unaffected by my attempts to dislodge it. On the monitor I watched him attach the shaft of the phallus to the top of the pipe. Once complete, I could see the shaft of the phallus partially inside me on the close up camera. The image was unnerving; my pussy lips, slick and wet from the lube draped loosely around this foreign object. I felt frightened, violated, exposed! Although the lights warmed my body, the slick, metal felt cold and alien inside me. Not knowing what would happen next, I was somewhat relieved when he walked away. Wait! He was still there. On the monitor I watched him return and place a small metal box on the floor next to the rocking horse. He attached a drive belt from the box to the rocking horse. He then plugged in extension cord and disappeared into the shadows again. A few moments later, I heard the eerie whine of an electric motor and felt the rocking horse slowly begin to shift backward. As it did, the phallus slowly slid inside me. On the monitor I watched myself being pitched backward and the shaft disappear completely inside me before the horse rocked forward withdrawing the shaft from my body leaving just the tip between my lips as before and then stop. OMG I thought, what kind of crazy pervert is this guy! I was terrified by what was about to happen next. I was panting with fear, I tried to squirm free, but it was no use. Again I heard the whine of the motor and felt the rocking horse slowly pitch backward again. The phallus repeated its previous course, slowly sliding deep inside me as I watched on the monitor. With the shaft completely inside the horse pitched forward again pulling the shaft from inside me and then stop. I felt humiliated; I knew he was watching. My fear was that he was filming or worse yet, streaming this to some bizarre bondage porn site. Why me?! How did I end up as the victim of this bastard's perverse machine?! Again the electric motor spun and the horse rocked backward again. Feeling the phallus sliding inside me I looked away from the monitor. As the horse pitched forward again I knew it was nearly over and then stop. On the monitor I saw him return. He examined his contraption, adjusted the motor and belt. I could see him inspecting the phallus and my pussy. He began fingering my lips around the tip of the shaft and rubbing lubricant all over before returning to the shadows. With the familiar whine of the electric motor the horse rocked back again sending the phallus deep inside me then retreating pulling out before coming to a ____. Wait! What?!? It didn't stop! The rocking horse pitched back again the phallus returning deep inside me more quickly this time before withdrawing. I looked for him on the monitor; what was he doing to me?! The rocking horse pitched forward, I hoped it would stop, but NO! OMG! What is this fucking MACHINE?! I began to cry as the horse rocked back and forth with the phallus eagerly entering me and pulling away in opposition to the movement of the rocking horse. My body convulsed with my sobs, but the rocking horse continued fucking me completely unaware of my sorrow or shame. I closed my eyes as I sobbed. Through my tears, I was unexpectedly surprised by the sensation of wetness inside me. Had this cold, inanimate object somehow ejaculated inside me?! What had this crazy bastard done now?! I quickly searched the images on the Monitor to see. No one was near me. My body was moving as before, back and forth, force fucked by the bastard's machine. The view behind showed the phallus buried deep inside me. As the rocking horse withdrew the shaft, I could see my pussy, pink and swollen on the close up camera. The horse drove me back down the shaft sending another familiar pulse through my body. As the rocking horse pitched the other way, the exposed shaft was very, wet; not with lube, but with my own juices! Down I went again and another pulse tingled through me. NO! I am not going to orgasm! I thought as my body slid up and down the shaft again. Another pulse immediately followed. Noooooo! I screamed behind the gag. Up and down back and forth, another pulse coursed through me. N_n_ Oooooh! At the peak of the stroke a flood of cum filled my pussy and oozed over the unrelenting phallus. Up and down back and forth, the cum soaked phallus continued it's assault on me. NO! NO! NO! I thought I can't, I can't, not like this, I am not going to___! The shaft was deep inside me again and as it withdrew, the pulse became a constant throb. Up and down back and forth, my mind could not control how my body wanted to respond to the machine. FUCK! My body convulsed, my pussy throbbed as the rocking horse unknowingly drove my climax higher and higher. Up and down back and forth. The head of the shaft was repeatedly rubbing all the right places inside me. This cold, heartless machine seemed to offer precisely what my body needed. The rocking horse pitched forward again withdrawing the shaft from my body leaving just the tip between my lips and then STOPPED! My body shuddered, my pending orgasm abruptly interrupted, my mind racing to regain control of my body. What now?! Why had he stopped?! PART III – Climax Here I was at the edge of climax, about to let this machine have its way with me only to have the damn thing STOP! What was the point of this if not to make me cum?! I could hear him in the room, but was unable to see him. On the monitor however, I saw him approaching from behind, in his hand a much larger object. As before, he held it close to the camera behind me. When the camera focused, I could see it too was a smooth but much thicker more gently curved metal shaft with a much larger bulbous head and heavily ribbed shaft. As good as the last phallus had unexpectedly made me feel, I was very intimidated by the size of this object. On the monitor I watched as he drizzled the shaft with lube and stroked it like before. He pressed his well lubed fingers inside me. First one, then two, then three, I was surprised how easily his fingers entered me with the lube. I could feel that my lips were swollen and a little tender, but my insides, surprisingly, were not. He circled his fingers around inside me, stretching me before attempting to insert the phallus. As he pressed the head of the phallus against me, it was not going to fit. I felt him increase the pressure while shifting my lips from side to side to accommodate the very wide head. I was tense, afraid it would hurt me, but he persisted allowing my body time to gradually accommodate the head of the shaft. The feeling of being stretched was uncomfortable, but not painful. Slowly my body accepted the large object. Once past the head, the shaft easily slid inside me, filling me completely. The weight of the phallus was very noticeable and the ribs of texture felt unusual against my lips as they formed around the shaft. With the large head deep inside me, I wondered how it could ever come out. He moved the shaft back and forth making a sucking sound from the wetness still inside me. He began to withdraw the phallus, sliding it over the shaft of the smaller one still attached to the pipe on the floor. As he slid the phallus down the large head pressed heavily against the exit to my pussy before being clicked into place. I watched him check the new phallus and its connection to the pipe on the floor. Seeming satisfied, he drizzled more lube on the shaft and spread more over my lips as well before moving to the shadows. A few moments later, I heard the whine of the electric motor and felt the rocking horse begin to shift backwards and felt the thick object slide inside me. Immediately I noticed how much longer it was than the previous one. As I continued down I felt the bulge at the top of the shaft t press against my cervix just before the horse rocked forward pulling the shaft out of me. On the monitor I watched the long shaft reappear; my lips wrapped tightly around the thick shaft leaving just the head inside me and then STOP! Shit! This thing was huge, much, much, more than I could handle. I didn't know what he was expecting. But there was nothing I could do and was terrified to continue. I heard the whine of the electric motor again and felt the phallus sliding back inside me. I watched again as my pussy swallowed the long thick shaft. I could feel the pressure of the phallus deep inside me, just before it began to pull away again and then STOP! Ugh! The opening of my pussy was tingling around the shaft as the head pressed against me looking to escape. I became strangely excited; I knew he was watching. Why me? How did I end here strapped to this bastard's perverse machine?! On the monitor I saw him return. He examined his contraption, adjusted the motor and belt. I could see him inspecting the phallus and my pussy before returning to the shadows. Oh! No! I knew what was coming next. I squirmed on the bench, trying to adjust myself before he switched it on again when all of a sudden, the motor whined and the rocking horse ride began again. The horse rocked back more aggressively, quickly plunging the shaft deep inside, then pulling out of me in much the same manner. I watched the close up monitor and saw the head of the phallus bulge against my lips; they did not yield and immediately I was riding the shaft back down again. The ball of the phallus drove deep inside me, right back where it had been just a few seconds ago. Immediately the horse pitched forward again and my lips strained against the departing shaft and bulging head before being forced to swallow the entire thing again. OK I thought, I can do this. The horse continued to rock back and forth, but I was much too nervous to be aroused by it. Without the lube, this monstrous thing would have never fit inside me. As the rocking horse continued, I watched the rear camera now and was amazed to see how deep the phallus was able to penetrate me. I was easily taking 8-9inches of it with each stroke. On the close up camera, I watched as my lips rippled over the ribbed shaft. As exciting as it was to see, the only sensation I was aware of was one of being completely stuffed. Just as I was having that thought, the horse began to rock more quickly. Although my hands and ankles were tied to the rocking horse, I had to hold on to the handles and squeeze my knees against the seat. The phallus was moving in and out faster than before and I found it difficult to accept the shaft as it forced itself inside me. I held on tightly and the rocking horse increased its speed again. The speed was much faster now and I could feel my insides heating up from the friction. I was worried I wouldn't be able to continue for much longer at this pace. As I watched the phallus assaulting my pussy, I could feel the wetness begin to build inside me. But nothing leaked out; my lips were too tightly clenched around the thick shaft. The pool of fluid continued growing inside as my lips slurped along the shaft as the phallus squeezed itself in an out of me. Hearing the sounds of my pussy getting fucked became unusually arousing. The rocking horse began to buck even faster. I watched the phallus became a blur on the close up camera, and my ass bouncing around made it impossible to see the shaft impaling me from behind. Up and down back and forth, something unusual was building deep inside me. It was growing rapidly as the speed of the rocking horse increased. The sensation of being filled was like nothing I ever felt before. Up and down back and forth, my cunt filled with fluid, my body now intently focused the phallus moving in and out of me, something very big was coming, I had no idea how big. Gone were the feelings of fear and shame, all I could feel was the pleasures inside my cunt. Up and down back and forth, I eagerly watched the machine fucking me. A rush of ecstasy overtook my mind like I had never experience before. I instinctively pressed down hard against the feelings in my cunt and it opened like a flower allowing the fluids to gush from inside me. The phallus now had unrestricted access to my gaping wet hole; I rode the rocking horse fast, hard and with abandon. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Meeeeeeeee! More cum filled my pussy and flowed out of me. Yes! Fuck Me! I thought as I watched the shaft disappear into my wet cunt; I was making an even bigger mess than before. Over and over, Yes! Yes! Yes! I thought as the huge shaft ramming in and out of me; fuck my beautiful cunt. Up and down back and forth, I came and came and came. The machine and the floor were covered with cum, the smell of my sex was everywhere. Yes! Yes! Yes! I thought as I watched the machine tirelessly feed my orgasm, I came and I came, enjoying every sloppy wet moment. It continued for I don't know how long before the rocking horse pitched forward one last time, withdrawing the shaft from my body leaving just the bulbous head between my lips and then STOPPED! My body shuddered, my orgasm rumbled on even without stimulation. I pressed my ass down hard against the bench, wanting to feel full again, but I could not get the phallus back inside me. I was crying again, not in fear as before, but in utter joy. Cum continued to ooze from my cunt. It was finished. As cool as the room was, my body was drenched in sweat. My mouth was dry; the gag was certainly not helping. All around me the smell of my sex hung like a fog in the air. I became very pleased with myself for having survived this incredible ordeal; fucking would never be the same after this experience. From the shadows he came with a bottle of water and a towel. I could not see his face, only his hands. He removed the gag, I was too exhausted to speak. He opened the bottle and brought it to my lips; I drank. Peering into the light I tried to see him, I couldn't. He offered more water, I graciously took it. He then wet the towel and gently wiped my face, neck and shoulders. Moving behind me, he removed the shaft from the pipe and gently pulled it out. My pussy gave it up freely as the head slipped past my sticky swollen lips. Surprisingly, after he removed the phallus, I felt an odd emptiness inside; part of me wanted to feel full again. He brought the amazing fuck tool in front of me and took special care to clean it before placing it inside a luxurious velvet bag; a bag with my name embroidered on it. Then he was gone. I could hear water running and worried what might be next. Hearing him return I sensed him standing behind me. He released my lap belt and motioned me to stand. My body was tired, my legs were weak, but it was good to be up. I heard a splash and felt him place a warm wet sponge against me and squeezed the warm water over my back and shoulders. It felt so good in the cool room. Again he wet the sponge and squeezed the warm water over my back and shoulders and head. It felt good. He began to gently wash my body from head to toe showing great care. He held my breasts in his hands, gently caressing them as he washed. When he reached between my legs, I opened them reluctantly but enjoyed the feeling of the warm water over my freshly fucked pussy. As he finished, he rinsed me with clean water and then gently toweled my body, covering me with a robe. He motioned me to sit again but did not reattach the lap belt. The lights went out and he was gone. PART IV – Replay Sitting in the dark was a bit unnerving again, until the monitor came back on. The screen was blank, but one by one, the windows on the screen reappeared as the studio lights came on, first from behind, then from either side, and then my face and the last my pussy. The images however were not live but a playback of what had happened just moments ago. Oh, NO! I thought, the bastard did record it! "The Rocking Horse" appeared on the screen followed by a slow dissolve to the first phase of my treatment. I could hear the familiar whine of the electric motor as I watched the horse begin its assault on my body. I couldn't help but watch my face and the expressions I made as the machine had its way with me. I watched as I began to cry and my body convulsing with my sobs. Remembering how I felt at the time, I saw my expression change during my experience. At first it was fear, then surprise, ultimately acceptance. I looked at the close up camera and I could see fluid dripping from my pussy. The images on the screen dissolved into the second phase of my treatment with the much large phallus working itself in and out of my pussy. Watching now I couldn't keep my eyes off how deep the shaft penetrated me. Watching my cunt slide up and down, it was hard to believe that I was able to fit that much cock inside me. The Rocking Horse I could see I was no longer fighting the assault on my body I was enjoying it. My heart raced as I continued to watch myself being so perfectly fucked by this incredible machine. All of sudden I saw the gush of fluids from inside splash on to the floor. On the close up camera I could see my pink insides opened wide, sloshing up and down the shaft. The large head of the phallus could be seen peeking from inside, no longer restrained by my gaping hole. It was as incredible to watch now as it was to experience then. On screen my expression was filled with ecstasy as my body convulsed riding my orgasm higher and higher. My groan of, Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Meeeeeeeee! was clearly audible as I wantonly recalled the pleasures inside my cunt. Yes! I remembered as I intently watched the playback of me cumming all over the amazing fuck machine. When the rocking horse finally stopped, I watched my body shudder as my orgasm subsided although much less abruptly than I had experienced. I saw myself sitting there for several minutes, shaking and convulsing, cum dripping from me as my breathing slowly returned to normal. The monitor went dark. What an amazing experience. Still, there were unanswered questions. How did I get here? Why me? What happens now?! EPILOGUE The light behind me came on again as I heard him approach. He reached down and removed the bonds from my ankles. He then leaned close against me and as he untied my hands he spoke! "I love you", he said softly; "he" was my husband. The Rocking Horse "Oh dear. It seems you have gotten my shoe wet. I will have to do something about that behaviour Anna. You know I must, don't know?" The last question was rhetorical but she nodded all the same. I took my shoe off and knelt on one knee. Grasping her thigh with my left hand, I took my shoe in the other and began to lightly spank her with it. Once again her pussy emanated juice instantly, and my left thumb started to massage her clit, occasionally delving into her soft tightness. It resulted in Anna making the same rocking motion as before, in an effort to get more pleasure out of my touch. I continued spanking her, listening to each strike, watching as her bum started to redden once again. I stopped before I caused it to be too sore, and knelt down further to start licking her young, tempting, moist cunt. My tongue slid around her lips and my own thumb, still buried deep inside, and flicked over her clit causing more wriggles and gasps from the young schoolgirl. My chin brushed against her thigh, the stubble abrasive against her suppleness. She responded to the feeling, remembering that I was her teacher and I was more than double her age, and she let out a sweet moan through her closed mouth. I continued licking fervently, sucking her clit occasionally, all the while playing around inside her with my thumb. After a few minutes I withdrew it, to find it soaked and slippery. I replaced it with my tongue, pushing it inside as deep as I could, before moving my focus back to her clit. Anna leaned closer to the ground so her bum was higher, allowing me to put my entire mouth over her clit. I massaged it, from side to side and up and down relentlessly. I could sense she would be coming soon. I started to rub her tight little anus with my wet thumb, lubricating it well. Her body bucked in a wave of pleasure as I pushed my thumb in. I twisted and wiggled it, vibrated it. With both sensations at once, Anna suddenly twitched uncontrollably, lurching and moaning intensely, juddering at the knees as I made her come. Ten minutes later she was curled up next to me on one of the leather couches, sucking her thumb. I had my arm around her, and I kissed her gently on her cheek and forehead. "Well done sweetie, you really have done very well today. You are getting very good at sucking me and making me come. And you didn't spill a drop today. You were very wet for me too. It made fucking you so much better." I pulled her close to me and stroked her arm gently. "I try to be a good girl sir," she said, looking up at me. "I am yours to use after all, aren't I?" I smiled. She hopped onto my lap, and I kissed her deeply, yet tenderly, her little mouth still tasting a little like my own cum. She rested her head on my chest, and I checked my watch. It was nearing a quarter to seven. It was time for her to collect her things now, and head for home. I had never told her about the significance of that particular June date. I didn't want to make the occasion any different than usual; I didn't want any extra attention or abnormal conversation. Just having her here, under my influence was enough of a pleasure for me. I really couldn't have asked for more, and she had learned so, so well over the months. But somehow, she had found out that it was indeed my birthday. When I returned to the living area after having shown her to the door that evening, I noticed a large, white envelope lying on the desk. She must have somehow left it there when I wasn't looking. The envelope had 'Happy Birthday' written on it, in her calligraphic writing, and a small heart. Intrigued, I opened it and pulled out the contents. In my hand was every single photograph I had ever taken of her.