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Taught

By: ScarletSins



Thanks to Violent Intimacy for her invaluable help and advice in editing my story.

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She slouched at her desk with her arms crossed, a sulky and defiant look on her pretty young face. 

Mr White may be attractive, she mused, in an 'older man' sort of way, but she hated him right now. How could he call her into detention, what on earth for? With a mum as old-fashioned as hers, and a dad as aggressive, she made darn sure she behaved herself, despite being 18. If they thought she was slacking-well, she dreaded what their reaction would be.

She remembered how she used to have a crush on Mr White, with his jet dark hair and intense blue eyes. They had a glint that was a little sexy, a little psychotic. Of course, she'd noticed the lecherous looks that lingered in her direction, how he always stood a little too close, his hot breath on her neck. 

When it dawned on her that she'd blossomed into a stunning young beauty whom boys would fawn around, Mr White retreated in her affections to an Old Perve. Well, okay, that's what she laughed about with her friends, but that didn't stop her fantasising about him at night. 

Mr White coughed, drawing her attention back into the empty classroom. She blushed at the indecency of her thoughts. Then maddened by her embarrassment, she glared at him.

He met her insolent stare, but did not speak. 

She tapped her foot impatiently on the floor-what was he playing at? 

He smiled. Little Miss Perfect was in for a nasty shock. She wouldn't be acting so haughty soon. He would undo her.

"Why am I here Sir?' she whined. "You've got no right to keep me here without a reason. My dad's gonna kill me, and I haven't even done anything wrong."

"I've heard otherwise," he said, his voice deep and commanding. He leaned forward over his desk. "I've heard you've been very. Bad. Indeed." He drew the words out, and watched her tense up. "That you've been a dirty little slut."

Her eyes widened in disbelief as the she processed the words. "W-What?" she stammered. The room spun.

"A disgusting little whore." He spoke slowly, with heavy purpose. "A filthy whore who likes to suck cock." He indulged in each dirty word as he observed the effect they had on her. 

"Why are you saying this?" she whimpered. "Why-why are you being so horrible?" She looked frantically from his angry piercing eyes to the door. It was dark outside in the corridor. 

He followed her scared gaze. No one was going to interrupt them, the Art block was empty this evening, and the keys were nestled in his pocket. "Don't act so innocent you little slut. I saw you with my own eyes, sucking Billy Walker's dirty cock behind the bike sheds." 

She hung her head, letting her beautiful dark hair fall over her eyes. She was so embarrassed. Mortified! She'd thought they were alone.

She didn't know that her teacher had not only seen them, but had stayed in the shadows and watched her first sexual act, while he wanked himself off in the darkness. His prick hardened now as he remembered the spotty young bastard pushing her head roughly onto his cock as her hands flailed helplessly, the small gagging noises she made, and the silent tears in her eyes afterwards as he'd walked off for a smoke. 

"I'm sorry, sir," she whispered, flushed red. Humiliated tears pricked her eyes.

"Sorry you sucked cock, or sorry you were caught?" he growled.

"Sorry for all of it. I didn't even want to, but he kept asking. He told me-sir, what are you going to do?" 

How could he resist her sultry eyes, pleading at him, her life in his hands? "I'm going to tell your parents what a horrid little slut they have raised," he said plainly, with an edge of distaste. 

Fear washed over her face, blushing pink bled to deathly white. "Oh please don't! You can't! Please sir, I'll do anything! I'll work hard. I'll pay you. What do you want?" 

He smiled inwardly, his cock swelling up further at the sounds of her begs. He shook his head. "Look at you, you little slag. I'd be surprised if your parents didn't already know what a cock sucker you are, the way you dress and wear that make up. You're a disgrace."

She tried to pull her skirt over her knees. Her eyes were glued to her shoes. 

He carried on, relentless, "I certainly wouldn't let my daughter out like that. No wonder you suck dick." He paused, his tone softer now, the condemning tinged with concern, "Look, it's not your fault you're a tramp, that you're oversexed. Tell me everything right now, and you can go."

She latched onto the caring in his voice, dared to trust in it, and nodded. 

He held her eyes with his. "Did you swallow his cum?" 

She flinched at the crude words. "No, sir."

"Good girl.''

She smiled nervously at this glimmer of approval. 

''Have you let him fuck you?"

His words again, like a slap across her cheek. ''No, sir!"

"So you're a virgin?"

"Yes! Yes, sir, of course!"

"Come on then, tell me the rest. What else did you do?"

"Please, sir, I don't want to." She clasped and unclasped her hands. "Please don't make me say the words."

"Tell me!" He thumped his fist on the desk, making her jump and shy back into her chair.

"I-I let him put his fingers in me," she blurted, "but that was all, I promise. Please don't tell my dad." 

He nodded silently, gravely, and then got up and slowly walked to the front of his desk. "Show me."

She looked up, shocked, again unable to comprehend what she was hearing. "What-what do you mean?"

"Its quite simple," he said, sounding exasperated, as though it were an everyday request she was stumbling over. "Show me what he did to you, how he touched you, and I won't tell your parents how filthy you are."

"I can't!" 

"Can't you see I'm trying to help you be a better person? That's what teachers do!" he exclaimed, like she was too stupid to see the bigger picture. "Didn't having his cock in your mouth make you feel dirty? Degraded?"

She nodded miserably.

"If I punish you for what you've done, you will learn your lesson, and no one needs to know. If not"-he slammed his fist on the desk-"then I'm afraid you leave me no choice. Your parents and Billy's have a right to know what an immoral disgrace you are! Now get out!' He got up and began walking towards the door. 

Her mind reeled, confused. Her parents couldn't find out what she'd done. They were strictly religious, and didn't even know she wore make up or rolled up her skirt. Her dad would try to punch some sense into her, and her mother would be icy for months. No, for taking a penis in her mouth she would be disowned for sure. It was only fingers. It would be quick, and then she could pretend this never happened.

"No, wait! I'll show you!"

He stopped, his back to her. A grin spread across his face. She was right where he wanted her. Ever since she turned up in his class, prim little know-it-all teasing him from the front row with her body, he'd wanted to teach her a few lessons. Acting like a virgin nun while her tits strained through her shirt, and her skirt skimmed her arse. Pouting with those soft swollen lips, and giving him the come-on with her eyes, but then giggling at him with her friends. No one humiliated him like that! No girl got to think she was too good for him! This would teach her a lesson for driving him delirious with desire, making him lose all control over his thoughts, his hard-ons. Now she was his. 

He smothered his smile, and sat back down, arms folded, disapproving sternness on his face. "Well?" he snarled, looking at her expectantly.

For a stretched moment, her heart stilled, and her breath caught in her throat. Then the world spun back into focus, and she tried to gather herself together for what she was about to do. 

She cautiously lifted up her skirt, pulled her white panties slowly to the side, and revealed her plump pussy lips. 

Nausea swirled up through her, joining the chaos inside. She felt the utter greed in his gaze. Fear and nerves clawed into her, her bare skin was screaming. She felt so exposed. So ashamed.

He was surprised to see that she was shaven, and nodded to her to continue.

Her fingers hovered, unsure, over her slit, until she grew afraid of his hard stare, and, shutting her eyes, forced two of her fingers inside herself. She winced at the pressure pushing inwards. Her heart thudded. She looked up hopefully. Was it over yet? 

"Open your shirt." he commanded gruffly. "And touch your breasts."

"But," she stared to protest, but knew it was in vain. Best to get this over with as soon as possible. She stared glumly at the dirty floor as she slowly unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her pert soft breasts in a sexy red bra. She began to rub at them, still fingering herself in her tight pussy.

"What lovely little tits you have," he drawled. Then, after the longest half minute of her life, "Enough of that. You can stop." 

She sighed with relief, and begun to button her shirt up again.

"No." He grinned at her dismayed confusion.

"But, I did what you told me, I thought-"

"I'll do the thinking for you. Take it all the way off. Your bra too. You shouldn't be wearing underwear that colour. It just proves you're a tart."

"But you said!" She covered her chest with her arms, in a blind panic. Then she watched in horror as he reached back and brought out a video camera. He'd been filming her!

"That's right, I've just been filming your dirty little display." He spat the words at her. "If you don't listen to every word I say and do everything I ask, then I'm going to tell your parents who you really are, and this will appear on the Internet."

"Oh no," she thought. "I'm on film doing things to myself! I'm dead. How can this get any worse?" 

He didn't give her a chance to answer him. He stood up. 

She watched in horror as he slowly unzipped his fly and released his half-flaccid cock. She couldn't take her eyes off it. Her heart was beating in her ears. She was sweating. Everything went blurry and smudged, and she couldn't speak or move, only stare at his huge dick. It lay in his palm, pointing threateningly at her. Fear and nausea swept through her. "This can't be happening," she screamed inside, over and over.

"I'm also going to carry on filming," he said casually, "so that if you ever tell anyone what we've done, what I'm going to do to you, I'll show them what a little whore you are."

"But I'm not," she managed to squeak. 

He leaned forwards and plunged two fingers abruptly into her cunt, smiling as she gasped with the shock of the intrusion. She grabbed uselessly at his strong hand, trying to expel him from her. He felt she was stretched, but she was also wet, fucking herself must have worked up her juices. 

"You're dripping wet, you little whore." He withdrew, and shoved his fingers into her mouth so she could taste herself. "See, your dirty little whore cunt is wet and horny. I bet your nipples are hard, too. You love being a little slut. You love being used." He laughed as the tears began to slip down her face. 

"Now, I said, take off your shirt and bra!" he growled. "And quit your fucking crocodile tears. They're disgusting."

She sniffled, letting her shirt drop to the floor. She unhooked her bra, releasing her beautiful breasts into the cold classroom. Instinctively she went to cover herself.

"Don't!"

His raised voice made her jump, and her breasts rippled delightfully as she forced her arms to stay by her sides.

"Open your legs."' he ordered. 

With her eyes still trapped on the sight of his dick, she displayed herself to him, shivering. 

He took in the view of her for a moment, staring at her delicious virgin cunt. She was dishevelled, distraught. He loved it. 

She gaped as his penis twitched and swelled, yearning upwards.

"Come on then, don't just sit there. Do you think I'm just going to wank over you?" he scoffed, knowing full well that that was what she'd been hoping for. "Come and suck my cock like the little cock sucker you are." He held it pointed towards her mouth. "Now."

She began to weep again, and he loved her helpless desperation. He felt like her God, her Master. He knew she felt trapped. She had surrendered to his will. He jostled his cock at her.

In slow motion, her body numb and heavy, she went over to him at his desk, and knelt down, taking his length in her trembling hands. She was dismayed to see it was much larger than Billy's, a monster. Her lips closed slowly around the shaft. She began to suck it tentatively, a butterfly's touch. 

He grabbed her by the hair with both hands and shoved her head roughly down onto it. "Don't be shy," he grunted. "Taste it all." He moaned when he heard her gag. It made his cock swell into her mouth, solidifying and growing and filling her little throat with his girth. 

She gagged as he thrust her head up and down. It was hard to breathe and she spluttered trying not to be sick. She clawed blindly at his trousers trying to regain some control. 

He enjoyed her choking on his cock, and held her by the nose for a few seconds, groaning as he heard her muffled screams and watched her body struggle around in a panic trying to catch a breath. He let go of her nose before it made him cum. 

She fell sprawled onto the floor, coughing.

"What a good little whore you are," he moaned. "Are you ready to take some cock for the first time in your life?"

"No!" she cried. "Please, sir, please you can't ask me to do that. I can't. I'll suck you again even, please, anything else!"

"You'll fuck me, and a lot more," he said firmly. He lifted her off the floor with ease and sat her on top of her desk. He grabbed her wrist, and placed her hand on his large cock. "Wank me," he ordered. 

She kept her head bowed in shame. She tried not to think about how large it was, how hard. Surely it would rip her! 

He began to maul at her breasts, and licked his fingers so he could moisten and pinch her nipples. "Have you ever had your tits played with?" 

She shook her head, eyes to the floor. 

He tweaked and pulled at her wet nipples, and smiled with satisfaction as she began to squirm a little on the desk. He felt her nipples harden involuntarily under his rough fingers. "Tell me how that feels," he demanded.

"It feels wrong," she said breathlessly. "Please stop."

"Do you feel dirty? Teased?" 

She nodded as he continued to grab and grope at her breasts. She was horrified that she getting wetter, and desperately wished he would stop playing with her nipples. It was the most infuriating feeling that made her pussy beg to be touched.

Her hand moved absentmindedly to rub her clit, to relieve the tortured teasing feeling.

Before she could alleviate herself he noticed and slapped her wrist away. He laughed with delight, "You little bitch, you don't get to cum, no matter how horny I make you. Now don't move unless I tell you to move." 

He carried on molesting her breasts with a smugness she couldn't bear. She flushed with shame that she'd tried to touch herself, and concentrated on trying not to moan at what he was making her feel.

"Now take off your panties," he ordered. She released his hard on and did as he said. He eyed her while he jerked away at his prick, leering at her every move, horny with her discomfort. "Show them to me." 

He could see the shining wet layer of her pussy juices. He laughed at her. "You little slut, getting turned on while I abuse you. That's disgusting, dirtying your panties like that. Now suck them clean." 

She looked at him, pleading, horrified, but then obeyed and began to suck her juices out of her knickers. 

"You're a good girl, doing as your told, although I still need to punish you for being such a horny little bitch. I still need to teach you a lesson, teach you to behave." He grabbed her panties and stuffed them roughly into her mouth. "Bend over your desk."

She bent trembling over the desk, naked apart from her skirt. Without him asking, she lifted it up to her waist. She hoped this would placate him. Living with her father had taught her that submission lead to a gentler beating. She curved over the desk, a sensual statue, and steeled herself for her punishment. 

If he was pleased with her obedience, he didn't show it. He reached for a ruler, and with no warning he brought it down harshly over her white little buttocks. She gave a stifled yelp of pain, which encouraged him. He whipped her again, harder, and again, not holding back, streaking her skin with sore red strips as she cried softly into her cotton gag. 

"Now you're going to experience your first fucking. And I'm not going to be gentle. A filthy tramp like you doesn't deserve an easy time." He spoke softly, menacingly, one hand rubbing up her inner thigh, brushing against her pussy lips. His other hand pushed her firmly into the wood, as she shivered bent over the desk. "I'm going to fuck you hard, and if you scream or struggle, all the better. This is a punishment. I'm going to use your greedy cunt for hours, long after you're sore and begging me stop. Now. I want you to ask me to fuck you in your dirty little cunt."

She spat out her pants and looked behind her wildly. '"No, please, I beg you!" 

"Stop your snivelling. You should have thought of the consequences before you went around swallowing cum in public. You need to be punished for being a filthy little whore," he snarled. "Now beg for me to fuck you before I show everyone what you're really like. Do you think anyone will want to know a revolting little slut like you?"

"Please fuck me," she started.

"Louder!" 

"Please fuck me in my cunt!' she cried. 

He pulled her legs apart and slapped her hard across her pussy. She screamed. "Your dirty cunt!" he corrected. 

"Please fuck my dirty cunt! Please!" she wailed. 

He began to unbuckle his trousers. He wanted to feel as much of her supple virgin skin as possible. In a sudden rush of panic she bolted upright and lurched towards the door. He laughed at her efforts as he grabbed her by the waist and threw her struggling back onto the desk. She tried to kick out and swipe behind her. He let her fight for a moment, then stilled her by yanking back on her damp hair, and twisting one arm up behind her back. 

It was just enough pain to subdue her, and she whimpered with frustration and surrender. She felt utterly captured, a doll of twigs and feathers crushed beneath him. As she realised defeat, a haze of calm blew through her, soothing her.

He felt her body comply, and loosened his grip, moving himself in between her legs.

"You better behave yourself and take your punishment, or I'll fuck you in your asshole. Wouldn't want that now would you?" he warned. He had been planning to take her suddenly, but decided it would be better for them both if he did it slowly, so she could feel every solid inch of the first cock going into her body. 

She shuddered as she felt the head of his dick nudging her pussy lips. He eased himself into her, stretching her tight opening which tried to accommodate his monster prick. She cried out for him to stop. Please. Don't.

''Shh, it's okay," he patronised, "you'll like it." he moaned as he pushed himself all the way in, until his balls slapped against her. She struggled, gasping in pain and trying to adjust to the soreness of the huge cock that had intruded inside her, skewered upon it. 

Her mind struggled too. She was angry, that her will, her wants, were of no consequence to him. She was also angry at something she didn't want to face, the realisation that it felt good to be so full. Felt good to be at his mercy. No. Her choice, her virginity, had been stolen! A tiny groan escaped her lips. 

"You wet little slag. You tight, horny little bitch, you love this, don't you?" he whispered into her ear, and grabbed her buttocks, which stung freshly from the whipping. She winced. He thrust himself in and out of her, building a rhythm that pounded her into the desk. 


Taught A Lesson



Every once in a while, a girl needs an ego boost. Not so much an opportunity for a one-night stand, those are a dime a dozen. But just the chance to tease some men and build her ego is good for the self-esteem. Provided she's not so horny that she really IS just looking for a one-night stand of wild, crazy, falling off the bed monkey sex. After all, a certain gleam in a girls eye and presenting herself in such a way that anyone in the room can see she's good and she knows it is very appealing. Ok, so it's an ego trip. So what?

Sitting at the bar and watching all the men and women striking poses and trying to get each other's attention, really is a study in human mating rituals. It's sad though, that most of the men have to catch a buzz before they have the balls to approach a woman. And the women have to catch a buzz, before they have the guts to flirt with some confidence.

You sit straight but relaxed, chatting friendly with the bartender as you watch the crowd. A few men have approached you already, but you'd flirt and then give some reason why you weren't interested in them. You love their compliments, but you just accept them for the purpose that they were intended and pretty much do your best to make sure their cocks are saying hello, before you dismiss them. It's amazing how hard some of them try to get a glimpse of your breasts without being obvious about it. And they wonder why you have this little grin when you talk to them? HA! Silly men you think.

But you notice one man, who seems to be paying more attention to you're fun and games than to the rest of the crowd. He is quiet and confident in the way he sits. He definitely looks like a no BS kind of man, but there's this growing flame in his eyes. You're not too sure why he looks like he's getting irritated, to say the least, until you're approached by yet another brave soul eager to grope you.

It's then that you realize, he knows what you're up to and it pisses him off! He doesn't make any move to approach you; so you ham it up extra special with the next would be suitor. You flash a little more cleavage than usual by bending over more than usual as you laugh at this man's jokes and put your hand on his knee for extra emphasis. His joke sucked, but then, you're a woman on a mission now.

You finally tire of your suitor's attempts. He's much too buzzed to even hold much of a real conversation, so you point out a woman across the dance floor and tell him that she's been watching him. "Maybe you should go ask her to dance? I'm just here for a drink then I'm leaving anyway. And yes, I'm leaving alone." So he concedes defeat and off he goes. 

It's then that you notice the man that had been watching me isn't there anymore. You sigh and turn back to your drink, wondering "maybe he was as gutless as the rest after all. My game backfired and he left." 

The bartender comes back to you and is about to ask if you want another drink, but before he could ask a deep voice from behind you says "she's done", and I see a hand slap a 10 on the counter. You turn and are caught so off guard when you see whom the voice belongs to, that your mouth literally drops open before you can catch yourself.

I was now standing so close to you that you could feel my body heat. You could look right into my eyes and see this fire in them. It's clear to you that you caused that spark, but you're not sure whether it's because I'm angry with you, or I'm so turned on that I want to bend you over the bar right now, and take you.

I say nothing more, just grab you by your arm and drag you behind me out the doors of the club. I walk so fast you have to practically run to keep up with me. You're scared, yet my hand has a strong grip on your arm, and between that, the smell of my skin and the look in my eyes, you think you've finally found a man capable of handling you. You're willing to let me drag you without much protest, because you want to see what I had been sitting on that barstool planning for you.

I lead you down a dark, dirty alley. It's at that point, that you're not sure whether to cling to me for protection or tear free and run the other way. Before you have time to decide, I push you to your knees, unzip my pants and pull my cock out. You admit to yourself, it is a nice sight, but when I lean over and whisper in your ear "suck it, bitch", you get a little perturbed, to say the least.

You take my cock in one hand, and glare at me as you say through gritted teeth "what makes you think you're any more worthy of my mouth on your cock, than those other pathetic excuses of men who had been coming onto me all night?"

I wrap my hand your hair and yank your head back. You find yourself kneeling, holding a strangers cock with your head held back so you couldn't look away if you wanted to. You try to not wince at the sudden pain of your hair being pulled so hard, so quickly. You don't want to give me that satisfaction. Yet, despite being scared and ticked off, you feel a warmth rising. Rising from between your legs, to be precise. I smile this little, confident smile and tell you "because I know what you want, what you need and I have the cure for your little prick teasing games".

You say nothing, but in a small act of concession open your mouth slightly and that fire in my eyes grows brighter. I don't release your hair, but instead, force your face to my cock. You find yourself so turned on that you don't even take the time to lick or tease as you normally would. You simply take as much of me in your mouth as you can. You don't stroke at first. You just suck firmly, while you run your tongue quickly back and forth along the underside of the head of my cock. You run your hands up the backs of my muscular legs until you reach my ass. You dig your nails into my cheeks and pull my pelvis towards your mouth, very effectively driving my cock into your throat. That's when you finally hear me moan. That's also when you think you can take back a little of the control he so arrogantly thinks he has over me.

The taste of my dark skin is intoxicating and with a moan, you pull back a little, enough so that you can stroke me with your mouth. You squirm because of the pavement digging into your knees but the cum dripping down your thighs soon takes over your thoughts. One hand still on my ass, you yank my shirt out from the waistline of my slacks and you run your hand slowly up my belly and to my chest. Using your nails, you lightly scratch. Not enough to leave lasting marks, but hard enough that I know how much you're enjoying my warm skin and the soft hair of my chest. All the while, you are testing my cock to discover the most sensitive parts. You have found that the top of the head is just as sensitive as the bottom side, so you change the suction of your mouth so that as you pull back, I feel a popping sensation along the top edge of my head. You press your tongue hard against the underside of my head and tilt your head slightly back so the roof of your mouth rubs the top of it. You can feel my knees give a little as you increase the speed of your strokes. 

You can sense partly by my breathing and in larger part, by the amazing size that the head of my cock has swollen to, that I am about to cum.''He thought he could just order me to swallow him? "Oh no, I don't think so!" you say to yourself. So to remind me of who has whose world in their hands, you bite down. Respectful of this beautiful cock in your mouth, you don't bite hard enough to wound. But definitely hard enough to stop my rising orgasm.

I jerk my hips back and yank you to your feet by your hair. Roughly reaching down the front of your dress as I pin you to the brick wall behind you, I pinch your nipples unmercifully, evoking a yelp. I lean into you so our faces are only an inch or two apart and tell you "No, you don't get control. You had your fun in the club. This is about you meeting your match. The one person who can't be manipulated by your pretty, teasing mouth or batting your eyes." you stare at my mouth as I tell you the words you've always waited for. My lips and my words mesmerize you. You desperately wish I'd just kiss you. I lean into you, releasing your hair and your now bared breasts, I slowly begin to lift your skirt as my cheek brushes yours, with my lips to your ear "beg me" is all I say. You let out a stubborn groan of frustration. You grab onto my biceps and squeeze, making your frustration very apparent and tell me "just fuck me!" 

I push my forearm against your upper chest, pinning you back again. I reach beneath your dress and gently rub your soaking wet lips. With one finger between them, I rub ever so gently. You relax with my gentle touch, hoping that I don't stop. Just as you relax, I roughly shove my fingers deep inside you, leaving my thumb free to press hard against your rock hard clit. You scream and push your pelvis forward as you drive down onto my hand, cumming instantly all over my hand. I continue to pump my fingers inside you. Spreading them apart and you with them, then pushing deep inside you and bending my fingers towards myself, until I find your g-spot. I know instantly when I find it because your eyes open wide, and you moan loudly. Almost at once, wave upon wave of intense orgasm rushes over your body, causing even your breasts to flush. You cum so hard so many times, that you're unaware of the number of orgasms. Only that your body is absolutely warm and relaxed. I move my arm away from your chest and wrap it around your waist as my hand that is inside of you remains still, feeling your body gradually relaxing from the inside. 

I remove my hand, dripping with cum from your pussy. I kiss you hard and with the same hand, reaches around and rub your cum onto your asshole. You instantly tense up, knowing what I want from you. I use my other hand to hold your knee so your leg is around my waist, this giving me complete access to your ass. I slowly push one finger inside you and twist slightly as I pull it back out. Your cum is still running out of your pussy and I use it to continue to lube your ass. Suddenly, I turn you around and bend you over a crate that was left in the alley. I lift your skirt far above your waist and drive my cock deep and hard into your cunt. You scream as my cock hits your cervix. The pleasure is incredible! You start to see stars but before you can cum again, I pull out and press the head of my cock to your ass. 

I yank your head up by your hair and growl into your ear "You refused to beg me to fuck you, now, you can either submit to having your ass thoroughly fucked, or you can beg me not to." 

"Fuck you!" you yell. 

"Then have it your way, that is, after all, what you're used to." And with those words, I push your head back down as I slowly push my cock into your ass. I could have caused you intense pain, but you soon find that this dominant man isn't a rogue by the way I holds your ass cheeks open, rubbing and massaging them as I slowly and gently enter you. I rub your low back and begin to slap your ass when you tense up, which takes your mind off the discomfort and you feel only the pleasure of being spread open and filled.

Once I am completely inside you, I begin to stroke myself with your ass. I slowly pull out until just the head of my cock is in you, then slowly pushes deep back inside you until you feel my hips pressing against your ass and my thighs pressed against yours. You can feel me swelling inside you and my cock pressing against your g-spot from beneath with every completed stroke. Your need to cum is growing as quickly as my need. But I just keep stroking you slowly, maddeningly slowly. You finally can't take anymore. You ask me, in a small voice "Please fuck me harder." 

My only response as I continue to slowly fuck your ass "beg me." 

You wait a few seconds, but you can't take it. It's worth the begging. So you say it. "Please fuck my ass hard!" 

I reply "louder." 

But in my frustration you only scream "Fuck!" you can hear your own pulse, you're barely able to think, let alone voice the words I want to hear.

I drive into you to the hilt, and hold still. Waiting. you try to tease me into what you want by wiggling your ass and rotating your hips. I simply grab your pelvis and hold you still. Finally, with every bit of passion you can muster, in a near sobbing voice "Please! Please fuck my ass hard!"

At this point, you feel me grab your hips hard, I pull back until I am nearly all the way out of you, then slam deep inside you. I pull back, and again slam hard into you. Each stroke is a little bit faster until I am using your hips to pull you back to meet my every hard, fast stroke. It doesn't take you long before you're screaming as you cum hard, your muscles flexing, squeezing me even harder and forcing your own juices to flow down your thighs from your cunt. Between hearing your own pulse and your screams, You barely hear me yelling between gritted teeth as my cock swells so hard that you can feel every vein. I pump my cock into you with short, fast strokes, my fingers digging into your waist as you feel a heat spreading inside you. 

I remain inside you as I enjoy the throbbing of your ass along with the throbbing of my cock. Eventually, when my cock finally stops twitching, I slowly pull myself out of you. You hear me zip up my pants and you stand up, pushing your skirt down but not turning around to face me. You're humiliated. Defaced. Not because of what you just did with me, but because you lost. You're not used to losing.

"Turn around." I command in a low voice.

Too exhausted to argue or put up a fight, you first pull the front of your dress back up, then turn around with your head down. 

"Look at me." I again command. But you simply look to the side. I touch your chin and bring your face around to me.

"You did well. You reacted exactly as I thought you would. You weren't disappointing in the least. But rather, I'm very pleased. Don't be ashamed that you begged."

You see this as your last chance to save face. You manage a small, crooked smile and say "I got to cum, and hard, thanks to you. You were wonderful." I just smiles back, a hint of evil in my grin. 



Taught a Lesson



This is a tale from my younger days, when I was in the 6th form. I was 18 and studying my second year at Advanced or 'A' level. I was studying English, Chemistry and PE, so I kept in shape, both physically and mentally. For the courses we did, there were three teachers in every subject, but each particular subject was taught by a combination of two of these teachers. My favourite subject was English, particularly with Mrs Green. She was in her late 30's and had a fine figure. She was about a size 12, with nice curves, all in the right places. She had a magnificent pair of breasts, not too large for her frame, and not too small. I'd have said something around a C or a D cup. Her fine legs and sweet smile were all complimented by her long, red hair. She was the primary teacher in English, meaning that we spent twice as long with her as we did with Mr Johnson, the head of the department. That was what made the course.

The English department had been concentrating on our first assignment of the course with us for four weeks solid now, a piece of creative writing, as certain 'rebellious pupils,' myself included, were disrupting teaching during the last semester by reading books when we should have been working. All the stories got handed in first lesson on Monday, and Mrs Green would mark them when she had some free time after lunch. I had a few hours of lessons on the Monday morning after English, but they flew by, and I was exhausted by the end of my PE class. I took a quick shower and grabbed a quick bite to eat after a game of Basketball with my mates. Lunch always ends too fast and before you know it, you're off to your next lesson. 

As was normal for me on a Monday, I went to the Library to do homework or read some books, which always helped with my English course. Today was one of the few days with no homework to do, so I picked a comfy chair and enveloped myself with some classic crime novels. I had been reading for about two minutes, when Mrs Green walked into the library and sat down opposite the reading area, at one of the tables. She set up her laptop and began to read some of the work we had submitted to her. As always, she would read it and print off a sheet or two of detailed feedback for us to go through. That was always much better than the red pen treatment, than Mr Johnson gave us.

I was enjoying the book, listening to the rhythmic tapping of Mrs Green on the keyboard and the occasional rustle of paper from both of us, when I noticed that she hadn't typed a single letter for a while. She had stopped typing, and was sat back, no longer upright, but relaxed. This was the first submission which had really grabbed her attention. She read the whole thing through, whilst I prayed that it would be mine she had read, then she put it down on the table, read it like anyone else's and typed the feedback for the author. I thought nothing more of it...

A few minutes later, I looked over the top of my book, and noticed she was doing the same. I was about to go back to my book, when a movement under the desk caught my eye. She had uncrossed her legs and had now adopted a position more befitting of a man such as myself. Her legs were spread about as wide as her shoulders and I could see right up her white stockings to the lacy tops and beyond. I shuffled discreetly, so as not to draw attention to my, or her, activities. The early afternoon sunlight was just perfect. I lifted my book, so that she could not see my face and could believe I was still reading. I found my goal. Her mid-thigh skirt had ridden up far enough that I could see everything, including her golden, silky thong. It was so tight that through the material, I could see her slit and a little protruding lump at the top, just like an erect nipple. Surely this could have only been brought on by my work. I was the only student brash enough to submit a sexually provocative story. It was one about getting lucky with the school's most attractive (and most intelligent) student, Katie West. She was in my English and Chemistry classes, but she did Maths instead of PE, so I did get some time to myself and it didn't look like I was stalking her.

I stared fixedly at her camel toe, enjoying every second of it. I looked along the edge for a trace of her pubes, but I found none. A popular topic with the adolescent males of the school was weather or not she shaved, waxed of was bereft of pubic hair, but I was trying to get to the bottom of it. No joy there, I was getting anxious, because she had spent a full five minutes reading this and surely must be reaching the end of it. I almost looked away again, when I saw a patch on her gusset darken. I turned a page, so as not to arouse suspicion and continued my vigil. Wow, this story was good stuff, because she was actually getting wet. I couldn't believe my luck. Just then, she sat up and crossed her legs again, getting back to her marking of the work. It was at that point I realised that I was as solid as a rock. Even though I was wearing cycling shorts, my hard on was straining against the material. I needed an excuse to adjust the lie of my clothes, without drawing any unnecessary glances from Mrs Green. I sat up, grabbed my bag and placed it on my lap. With my left hand, I unzipped my bag and grabbed a pen and my notebook, while with my right; I adjusted myself, relieving the pressure on my subsiding boner.

With about five minutes to go before the lesson, Mrs Green packed her things away, got up and walked over to the printers. She picked up a stack of paperwork and left the Library. I followed her from a distance, to get to class on time. Walking past the staff lounge, I noticed that she had gone in the door, but was not sitting in the comfy armchairs they have in there. She must have gone to the Ladies, to cure her 'rising damp' I couldn't resist a smirk, as I proceeded to the classroom.

We suffered an hour of Mrs Green starting to talk about our assignments and how that these were first drafts, so we should take on her feedback and make a few changes. But, like always, she got sidetracked and went on a small scale rant about past participles and such like. The end of the lesson came and as we were leaving, she always gave us a parting shot.

"Alright, you articulate reprobates; you can collect your work from me, with its feedback. I want to see the next step taken by Friday. Kate, Will I shall require you two to stick around for a little extra of the verbal. See you all tomorrow." All of the class filed out, receiving our paperwork and getting absorbed by the general flow of people emanating from all classrooms. Mrs Green shut the door and walked over to us two. She picked up a brown envelope, which read 'Katie West' on the front and she looked over in my direction. I took the hint and got my walkman out and listened to a suitable tune, to drown out what they were saying, keeping my back turned to avoid any of the conversation being witnessed through my eyes. 

A few minutes later, and I was brought back from my moment with Joe Satriani, by a hand on my shoulder. I turned and looked into Katie's blue eyes and her sweet smile. I pulled out an ear piece and was about to apologise in case I was doing air guitar, when she said

"Well done, Will. It looks like your story is a good one, too." She turned and left, only turning at the door to say "See you tomorrow," while I went as red as a bottle of ketchup.

"See you." Was all I could manage, as she shut the door, leaving me alone with Mrs Green. I turned my attention to her, the colour returning to normal.

"You really are the only one who could possibly hand in a piece of work like this to me for marking, aren't you?"

"Well you did say that we could write about absolutely anything."

"I was expecting something along the lines of a whodunit, rather than you expressing your feelings for a certain girl in this class."

"It could develop into a 'who did them' just change it from murder to rape." I blurted out, before I could stop myself. "Was it that obvious that I was on about her?"

"Yes, it was that obvious. I don't want this to be your submitted piece, as I shall be handing out copies to the rest of the class. I'm not one to call a halt to such a promising project, so you can continue to write it if you wish, but in your own time. What would Katie think if I handed a copy to her to review? It was such a suggestive piece, after all."

"Sorry, Mrs G I just thought that would be something good to write. I was after inspiration and I found some of the old pictures from our field trip in '99. That was when we really clicked."

"Okay, I understand. Go home, read through my feedback and continue it if you so wish. I'll always be here, if you need me for some pointers on anything. But I want a new work for Friday. You've got a lot of catching up to do, young man!" She placed a brown paper envelope into my hands. I opened up my bag and placed it within my folder. Mrs Green left the room and I decided that it was sunny enough to warrant shorts and T-shirt combo for the long ride home. I took my joggers off and put them in my bag. I walked over to the bike shed, put on my crash helmet and cycled up the drive. As I was riding up the driveway to the main road, I passed Mrs Green on her way to her car. As I rode past her, I could have sworn I heard her quietly wolf whistle me, but I dismissed it as my testosterone fuelled mind playing tricks on me, so I carried on.

I got home, completely exhausted. The five mile trip always took it out of me on the way home. It always felt like climbing a small mountain, but it was great for my legs. Mum and Dad weren't due home for another two hours or so, so I had the house to my self for a while. I turned on my computer, Switched on Kerrang on the TV and collapsed in a heap on my bed. I took out the brown envelope, given to me by Mrs Green and pulled out a small pile of paperwork. I took my story off the bottom and put that on my desk. There were no comments about this work being overly sexual or anything. I looked them over and thought about them. I went and grabbed myself a snack, then returned to my 'office' to continue with my tale. I called up the file and then looked for the notes from Mrs Green. I couldn't find them. I looked under my original copy, but to no avail. I must have put them back in the envelope, so I opened it again and looked inside. There was nothing in there, save a small jiffy brand envelope, for fragile mail. I removed it and looked at the front. Usually, Mrs Green writes people's names on the front in full, but this one said 'Will' so I opened it. 

I could not believe what I was seeing, when I removed from that package a damp, golden silk thong. I sat on the bed and stared at the gift I had been sent. There was a small tag attached to the waistband. It said 'See me' on it. I raised a smile upon reading this. I had two options: 

1) This was sexual harassment and should be dealt with by telling my parents and getting the Lawyers in.

2) This was sexual harassment and should be dealt with by confronting Mrs Green and getting whatever came my way, so to speak.

The second option sounded better, because the moistness of her gusset had been caused by my writing. I put the thong to my nose and sniffed deeply. It was then I realised that this was a really bad idea. My cock tried to spring to attention, but was held firmly in place by my shorts. I tried to remove them, but removing a pair of skin tight Lycra shorts is difficult at the best of times, and it is nearly impossible, when you have a hard on. The more I struggled to get out of the shorts, the more my thoughts turned to Mrs Green and her wolf whistle. She must have been whistling at me. I finally freed my cock from its elastic prison and began to pleasure myself, my right hand pumping like a piston, and my left hand keeping those silky panties under my nose. When I came, it was like a fountain, unlike any other orgasm I had ever experienced, my seed flying across the room and the last few spurts dribbling into my shorts. I replaced the panties in their envelope and got the place cleaned up before my parents returned. I was going to have to ask Mrs Green a few questions in the morning.

The next morning, I left early for school, to avoid the traffic I told my Mum. The journey only took me 20 minutes instead of the usual half hour. As I rode down the drive, I noticed Mrs Green's car was parked in the car park. Great, she was in. I walked through the deserted school buildings, towards the classroom of Mrs Green, English. I walked into the open door and heard the noise of typing coming from her office. I knocked on the door, which was ajar and waited.

"Come in." She answered. I poked my head around the door and smiled at her.

"Is this a good time, Ma'am?" I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. "I could use a little help with my assignment."

"That's fine, have a seat, Will." I sat down in front of her desk and produced the little tag. I laid it in front of her. She flushed hotly. "What's that?" she enquired innocently.

"Well, I was hoping that you could tell me." I looked straight into her emerald green eyes. "After all, you put it in with my feedback, didn't you, Mrs Green." I put some deliberate emphasis on the Mrs, because it would make her feel worse about herself.

"I...erm...I thought that the note 'see me' was self explanatory, Will." She gathered herself somewhat to my surprise

"It was what was attached to the note that I found surprising." I reached down to my bag and she stood up, walked over to the window and closed the blinds. Then she walked over to the door and shut it. There was a key in the lock, but she neglected to turn it. "I don't have them here, I was just bluffing." I said, retracting my hand from the bag. "The point I would like to make is that on a technicality, you have been sexually harassing me." I said in a low tone, just in case anyone was outside the door, listening. I stood up and faced Mrs Green.

"I see, and whom have you told about it?" She looked up from the floor, looking me in the eyes for the first time.

"No-one... Yet." I allowed a small flicker of a grin to cross my lips.

"So what do you propose to do about this situation? I can't wait here all day, because I have a lot of work to do." I walked closer to her and stood less than three feet from her.

"I propose we lock the door and discuss this like adults. What do you say?" Mrs Green considered this and locked the door. She took the key out of the lock and walked past me to the desk. She placed the key on it, next to the tag I had laid down. I walked over to her chair and sat down in it. It was one of those big, expensive ones, complete with ergonomic back support. The soul reason our school was constantly broke. Every office had one for each member of staff. Now I could see why.

"Don't sit in my chair, Will. Only staff may sit there."

"Really, Mrs Green. After what happened last night, I hardly think you are in any position to make demands." I steepled my fingers and rested my elbows on the table. "Are you willing to listen to my terms?" I pushed the chair back against the wall.

"What are your terms?"

"You want me, obviously. I am a teenager, who has the ability to turn you on, only by writing a provocative piece, correct?" I stated, just to clarify a few things in my own mind.

"That is true."

"Then my proposal is that you work for me." I grinned at her, while a puzzled look crossed her face.

"How do you mean, 'work for you'?" I had anticipated this question and just beckoned her over to stand in front of me.

"What is your first name, Mrs Green?"

"Stephanie, but everyone calls me Steph."

"Well then, Steph. Kneel down. You should understand the undertones of this statement, being an English teacher and all." As she obeyed me, I undid my zip and let my already semi-stiff cock out of my shorts. "You know what to do." 

A little drip of pre-come had developed on my head. Steph licked it off my head and savoured the flavour. Her right hand peeled back my foreskin, exposing the end, standing proudly atop the shaft. She kissed the shaft, allowing her tongue to get a taste of it every now and again. She drew a line from the base up to the tip and plunged her mouth down onto my cock, taking about half of my eight inches in and sucked on it like a lollypop. She slipped a hand inside my boxers and began to massage my balls. I let out a little moan of ecstasy. She removed her lips from my throbbing member and said quietly.

"Don't keep being so loud. If anyone finds us, then we're dead!" She resumed sucking my cock and I was enjoying every minute of it. Just then, there was a knock at the door. I went as rigid as a corpse, while she stopped sucking me and stood up. She opened the bottom drawer and removed a wad of Kleenex. She dabbed at her mouth and was about to say something, when the door handle rattled.

"Steph, are you in there? I've got those essays you wanted to see." Mr Johnson, the head of English was standing outside the door. I stood up and replaced my rapidly fading erection into my boxers and zipped myself back up. I delved in my pocket and grabbed a pack of mints. I gave her a mint and mouthed:

"Go and answer it, I'll be under here." I pointed at the desk. She went to the door, sucking on a mint, while I climbed under her desk. She greeted Mr Johnson and invited him in. She walked back around her desk and sat down, pulling the chair up tight to the desk. I was wedged in tight, with my face looking right at her crotch. She carried on discussing some of the essays with Mr Johnson and I just couldn't help myself. I breathed on my hand to warm it and placed it on her stocking clad calf. Fortunately, she wasn't talking at that moment, so I was in the clear. I was in too deep to be bothered any more, so I pressed on and moved up to her thigh. Steph tried to cross her legs, but I resisted her motions, keeping a grip on the chair with my left hand, to stop me from being seen. She must have worked out what my intentions were, as she let her legs slide gradually apart, allowing me to see all the way to her moist, panty-clad haven.

My hand continued its journey up her thigh, drawing patterns on her inside leg with a feather light touch. I could feel the temperature rise sharply, telling me that my hand was near its goal. Mr Johnson stood back from the desk and declared. "I'll leave those with you, then Stephanie." He turned to leave, causing Steph to stand, just as I was beginning to stroke her pussy. Another plan, foiled. She shut the door, waited a few seconds and then locked it again. She walked back over to the desk and looked under, to find me grinning at her.

"It's 8:20. You've got half an hour, so make it quick." I jumped out from under the desk and took my seat again. This time, she took the lead and had my trousers off, completely. My cock sprang back to life and she recommenced her meal, with a great deal more gusto, I have to say. She started tracing a line up and down the shaft, while still playing with my balls and giving the head a lot of well-deserved attention. I could feel the orgasm building up in me from a long way back. This didn't feel the same as any other one. It felt more like the beginnings of an eruption.

"Steph... I'm gonna..." The only response from her was to quicken the pace of her mouth and her right hand. It changed from running a pattern on my cock, to a full blown pumping action. My orgasm followed quickly and I arched my back, forcing as much of my dick into her mouth as was physically possible. Jet after jet of warm come hit the back of her throat and I expected her to wretch any moment, as both of the other girls who had gone down on me in the past had done. Like a true professional, she swallowed every last drop. I finished by collapsing in the chair.




Taught a Lesson



After we had gotten our breath back and had a chance to clean up, Steph grabbed a pack of strong mints and placed a few in her mouth.

"You want one?" she said, offering me the pack.

"No thanks, I'm good." I said, buttoning up my jeans. I wasn't at all sure where to go now, but I glanced at the clock and noticed it was 8:48. Two minutes before the school day starts, so I had to go.

"I'll be back after school. Same place." I gave her arse a quick squeeze "It's like this until your penance is paid." I thought it made me sound in control, though now I think about it, it made me sound more of a jerk. 

The school day dragged so much. I have never had such a slow day in my life. Lunchtime came and I couldn't wait any longer. I went to Mrs Green's office, just before lunch, to catch her before she left for the staff room. I entered her domain and she was putting away a few files. She was just about to leave by the looks of it.

"A thought has occurred to me, Mrs Green." Slightly startled, she turned around and looked at me. If I didn't know better, I think there was a look of genuine fear in her eyes. I shut the door and walked over to her, keeping my distance this time.

"After school... We are going to arouse suspicion, especially if you turn up home late fro your husband..." The look of fear subsided slightly and a smile returned to her features.

"I don't have a husband. I've been divorced for three years, Will." I was taken aback by this news. Suddenly, it didn't seem as risky to be doing something like this. When she said that, it just made me think even more depraved thoughts.

"Listen, Will. If I give you a lift back to my place tonight, maybe you and I can discuss this like adults. None of this blackmail nonsense."

"It is not nonsense." I retorted. "If you give me a lift, then someone will see us. I can't let you take that risk. Not for me." 

"How very noble of you, to say such a thing." I could feel the sarcasm drip off that sentence.

"I'll go home as normal, grab some fresh clothes and then go down to my local shops. You can fetch me from there." I grabbed a pen and paper from off her desk. I scribbled a number down for her and tore the piece in half, leaving the number on one side.

"Here's my mobile number, give me yours."

"I'll give you my email address. You can email me anything you want. Here's my house address. Come when you can, I'll be there." She gave me a piece of paper, with all the details on and then showed me the door. I stuffed the piece of paper into my pocket and exited the classroom. She locked up and left for lunch.

The afternoon went slower than the morning. Even a few games of basketball couldn't pick me up. I just wasn't all there, meaning the coach was on my back all afternoon about it. I walked despondently up the drive towards the school gates and I caught a glimpse of Steph's car. I suddenly thought about this morning and what had happened about seven hours ago. I pulled the back pack onto both shoulders, tightened the straps and started to jog.

I was well ahead of the trail of destruction usually left by the kids at our school. No one else was around, so I slowed and produced the piece of paper from my pocket. 'Apple Orchard' I recognised the name of the road she lived on. It was less than a ten minute walk from my house. I stashed the paper in my wallet and made a good cross country pace out of my journey. I was home in 35 minutes. Good pace, I wagered.

I walked in through the door, went to the fridge and grabbed a pitcher full of fruit juice. I carried it up to my room and drank most of it while disrobing, ready for a shower. No woman should ever have to put up with B.O., so I made sure I was thoroughly clean. I became very aroused and at one point, I thought that I'd have to make myself come, just to stop my erection. The solution to the problem was just above my head, however, as I pulled the showerhead down and turned the water to cold. A freezing cold jet stream of water caused me to become flaccid in less than ten seconds. I got out of the shower, towelled dry and picked a nice set of clothes, aftershave and shoes to go out in. I walked downstairs, grabbed my keys and then remembered to write my parents a note. 'Dear Mum, gone to Jimmy's I'll be on my mobile. See you tomorrow, Will." That ought to keep them guessing, I thought. And with that, I left.

Apple Orchard was the big posh houses in our area. The houses on our road only pretended to be posh, with neighbours who looked down their noses at everyone. These people had their butlers do it for them. Steph's was at number 78. It wasn't as big as the rest of them, but it was still vastly impressive. I crunched my way up the gravel drive and rang the bell.

Stephanie Green opened the door and stood there before me in a black satin dressing gown. She looked a tad under dressed for the occasion of 'just talking', but I wasn't really bothered.

"Hi Will, come on in. Would you like a drink at all?"

"Please. What's on offer?" I winced as I heard myself using innuendo in front of my English teacher, who had gone down on me this very morning.

"Tea, coffee, water... Or perhaps something a little stronger?" She said, leading the way toward the kitchen. I slipped off my shoes and left them in the hall.

"I'll have whatever you're having." She showed me into the lounge and gestured towards the large three piece suite.

"Make yourself at home, I'll go and get the drinks." She walked over to the drinks cabinet and started to pour two generous measures of scotch. She walked back and placed one in my hand. I had taken a seat on one of the armchairs, next to the settee. Steph chose to sit on the end of the settee farthest from me and she curled herself up on it, allowing only a small amount of flesh to show. She took a quick sip from her glass and then looked at me.

"I should start by apologising to you." This one took me by such surprise that I nearly choked on my Scotch.

"Why should you apologise to me? I'm the one who started it, with the stupid story."

"That story isn't stupid; it's a work worthy of publication, so long as you get it finished. I saw you getting turned on by watching me get wet over it. I just gave in to that schoolgirl attitude, to test a guy and see what he does. I never expected you to get like that, though."

"I'm a horny teenager. I went about my business in a way I thought was going to get results." Steph sat up at that point.

"And what results were you after?"

"Sex with a beautiful woman, of course." She downed the rest of her scotch and shuddered at the cold sensation in the back of her throat. I responded by doing the same, but with less of a shudder.

"You think I'm beautiful, Will?"

"Of course I do. You don't need much of an imagination to fancy you, with some of your outfits." She beckoned me closer to her and placed her feet on the floor.

"I want you to settle a score with me..."

"How do you mean, Steph, I don't understand?" I was puzzled, but there wasn't that much blood in any of my extremities at the moment.

"Well then, Will. Kneel down. You should understand the undertones of this statement, being an English student and all." Now my brain finally caught up with what she was on about. I took to my knees and waited. She leant forward and placed a finger under my chin. I looked up into her green eyes and we locked lips. I allowed my lips to part, at the probing insistence of her tongue. It danced in and out of my mouth, I kept trying to keep pace with her, but she was very adept at French kissing. Her hand grabbed mine and guided it up to her ample breasts, allowing me to roam over them, with only the satin dressing gown and her silky bra holding me from my target. She lay back and allowed me to move over the top of her. My right hand had found her nipple and was tweaking it, much to her delight, while my left hand tried to head south and release her gown, giving one less obstacle to overcome. She grabbed my left hand and directed it to her shoulders. 

"Easy, Tiger. We've got all night, yet." She winked at me and helped me to slip the gown off her shoulders. Her silky bra was golden in colour and just accentuated her curves, making her look like a movie star. I continued to devote all my attention to her face and breasts. Working out that the bra was a front-fastener; I released the clasp, letting them fall free. Her magnificent orbs were nicely sized, about a C or D cup, big enough for me to enjoy. Her pale areolas were small and surrounded nipples which were very hard and begging for attention. My left hand glided across her breast and began to roll one of them between finger and thumb, while I allowed my mouth to engulf the other nipple. Steph gave a little squeal of delight at my touch and she started to try and remove my T-shirt. This was difficult; because I was too busy concentrating on her nipple to notice she was undressing me. 

"It's my turn now." Said she, placing a hand on my forehead and pushing me back off her nipple. She pulled the shirt over my head and threw it on the floor with her bra. She then pushed me to a lying position on her settee and began kissing and licking my nipples. My cock was hard and pushing against the tight denim. I wanted some attention down there badly, so I placed my hand on top of her head and began to push her down my body. She moved down, as far as my six-pack, giving generous attention to it, but she knew my game all too well. She lifted my arm from around her head, moved back up me and before I could protest, she locked lips with me, no tongue or anything, just a long warm kiss. My arms encircled her, pulling her closer, squashing her breasts against my reasonably well defined chest. We maintained this position for a good half minute, then I let go and started on her breasts again, devoting most of my attention to the other nipple. She lay back, allowing me the freedom of movement I liked. Suddenly, she stopped and lifted my chin once more. I looked deep within those eyes and saw a glint of pure lust.

"Let's spice this up a bit. I want my payment for this morning's little 'prelude' and I want it now!" She undid her robe and let it part. She was not wearing any knickers; the partner to the bra was in my pocket, because she had given them to me on Monday, but I thought I'd better give them back at some point. Her pink little snatch was dripping and a Brazilian style strip of red pubes extended about three inches up from the entrance of her 'tunnel of love'.

"I've never gone down on a woman before, what do I do?" I admitted. I'd had sex, but the girls had been repulsed by me wanting them to give me head, I'd chickened out of flipping the coin on them.

"Just start on my legs and work your way up. I'll tell you if you're doing anything wrong. You'll know if you're doing it right, trust me. And she lay back and spread her legs. Her left leg hung over the back of the settee, while her right was on the floor, being caressed by me. I moved in, beginning halfway up her thigh, kissing gently, drawing circles with my fingertips.

"Yes, that's good. Take your time, do it nice and slowly." She purred and stroked the back of my head. I worked my way up her thigh, slowly and surely, gradually getting closer to the warmth of her dripping pussy. I got to it and traced the outline of her outer labia with my finger. Steph threw her head back in ecstasy and yelped at the unexpected difference of sensation, between my lips and my fingers. I moved my fingers around for a little and found her little nubbin, massaging and poking it, I gauged her reactions, and then I slid down her slit with the fingers and inserted one at the base of it, while allowing myself a quick lick of her pussy lips.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" she questioned

"Never done it before, or seen it done before." I answered, raising my head from her snatch.

"So I see... You've stopped!" her expression was lusty anger and I had never seen this look in a woman's, or anyone else's eyes for that matter. I gently slid my finger out of her snatch and slid three in quickly to replace it. This took her by surprise and she grimaced, half pain, half pleasure.

"Not totally..." I laughed as I took in the look on her face. I ducked below, to get a good taste of this wonderful specimen, before she asked me to fuck her properly. As I pulled my fingers out of her, I noticed that some of her juices had escaped and were making a determined effort to get onto her butt. I caught that little trickle and licked a line all the way to her sweet snatch. I knelt before her, lapping like a dog at her snatch, with all the tact and lovingness of a dog too.

"Hey, I'm not a fucking lollypop! Take your time, be sensual and stick your tongue in sometimes. We girls really go for that kind of thing." Somewhat embarrassed, I returned to her snatch and licked slower, this time, allowing myself a little chance to nibble again on her nubbin. Deftly, my tongue flicked her bean and she started panting quickly. 

"Oh, yes, yes... YEAH!" as she was building up, I moved my head up.

"What? What did I do?" She grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head and rammed my face into her snatch.

"Just stay down there until you've finished the fucking job!" My tongue was halfway to her snatch when she said this and I pushed it to its full extent into her wet cave. Her voice became a high pitched squeal and a few spurts of love juice entered my mouth. The sweet aroma engulfed my head and she wrapped her legs around the back of my head to keep me busy until her orgasm subsided. Her snatch gripped my tongue and kept tugging at it, as if it wanted me in deeper. I was at full stretch, so I couldn't do anything about it. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, she relaxed her vice-like grip on the back of my head. I surfaced, aware of only the fact that there was still a hard on, pressing with increasing urgency against my trouser leg. I moved up, alongside Steph and grinned at her.

"Feel good?" I inquired.

"Good? Kiss me and I'll show you how good. I leaned down over her and our lips met. Then her tongue proceeded to lap most of her love juice off my lips and tongue. Finally, she ran a finger across my face and sucked that dry. I wiped my face with the palm of my hand and savoured the flavour one last time.

She stood up and, grabbing my hand, she led me through her house and up the stairs. I was still wearing my jeans and a pair of socks. She was wearing just the robe, which she didn't bother to tie, so everything roamed free. She wasn't bothered and neither was I, because it didn't show anyone anything we hadn't both seen before. She flung open the door into the master bedroom, revealing a king-size bed with acres of room to play in. Steph turned around, undid my belt and let my jeans fall to the ground. I stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. I removed my socks and threw them at my jeans. They missed, but I didn't care, because Steph was working my cock out of my boxers. She gripped my shaft and backed up towards the bed. She sat down and stuck two fingers in her soaking pussy. She offered the hand up to me, to indulge myself. I graciously accepted one of her fingers, sucking it clean and offered the second to her. She smiled and quickly polished off her little 'appetiser'. I did not notice, but she had put her other hand in her pussy. ALL FOUR FINGERS popped out, covered in her juices and she proceeded to grab my shaft and grease it up with a nice, slow, corkscrew motion.

"Now I know you've done this before!" I smirked at her. She just raised the corners of her mouth and brought me back to hard. Then she threw herself back on the bed, fidgeted until she was completely lay on it and then asked me:

"This is what you want, isn't it, Will?"

"Yes it is." I was beginning to shake with anticipation. The whole room had gone cold and my cock was bouncing like a ruler when someone's just plucked it on the desk.

"Then get over here and finish the job." 

I climbed up on the bed, crawled over to her and looked over her, from the tips of her toes, up her legs to her snatch, with its flash of red pubes to keep her clit warm, up to her pert, but ample breasts, still with erect nipples and up to her face, which looked so pained with anticipation. No going back now, so I lowered myself, so that my bulbous head was just beneath her entrance. Slowly, I pushed the beginning of my cock within her wet passage. The extra lube from her 'wake up call' to my cock helped a load. The first few inches of my eight slid inside her and I heard her gasp. I stopped.

"Good or bad?" I enquired of her.

"It's alright. Just give me a minute to get used to the size, she panted at me. I looked at her face and saw a tear escape the corner of her eye. Surely I wasn't causing her that much pain. She jerked her head up, when she felt me withdrawing from her and tried to make up an excuse.

"Maybe it's the position. Lie on your back and we'll see if that works." I sighed

"Okay, but only if you feel you're up to it..." I lay on the bed and she pecked me lovingly on the cheek.

"You cheeky little boy. I'll have to give you detention for this." And she winked at me. She moved above my cock and gripped it, so that she could steer me home and control the depth better. I was expecting her to lower herself, but she just sat there, motionless.

"How can I pass the time..? I know." I knocked her left breast into the right and made a clicking noise with my tongue. "I'll make you into an erotic Newton's cradle!" I joked. She laughed and relaxed herself down onto my cock, this time sinking to just past halfway. She seemed happier with this result and began to slide up and down the first five inches. Each time she slid down, she tried to go just that little bit further. I was mesmerised by her tits, bouncing up and down before my eyes, so I reached up with both hands and began tweaking her nipples. One of her hands snuck behind and caressed my aching balls. I was ready to shoot, but I wanted to finish her second stint off too. I started meeting her downward movement, with an upward thrust of my own. Steph didn't expect this and another inch of my shaft penetrated her.

"Oh my God. This feels so good!" She yelled at the top of her lungs as I got up to seven inches deep within her. I allowed my right hand to wander and it found the landing strip, whilst I was still staring at her wonderful tits. I sat up and sucked at her unattended nipple. I found her clit and began to rub and fondle it, stimulating it every possible way I knew, trying to push her over the brink once more.

"Steph... Brace yourself, I'm gonna... COME!" I fell back onto the bed as I felt my shaft burn with an inner fire. I looked into Steph's eyes and witnessed her smile as wave after wave of orgasm filled me with ecstasy. My body went limp as I came down from my incredible high. Steph just stuck her hand on her clitoris and proceeded to masturbate herself, while I still occupied her pussy. Her pussy was still sucking at my dick, turning me on and willing my tired flesh to respond. She started thrashing her head about and I knew full well what was coming. She was really enjoying herself, grunting like a wild animal. Eventually she came down from her high and lay next to me on the bed.

"Looks like I've taught you a few things then, haven't I?" She said, running her fingers loosely through my hair.

"Wow. You really are one incredible woman, Steph. I can see I'm going to need a lot of help with my homework from now on." I planted a kiss on her forehead

.

"One last thing though." She pulled my cock, hard once more, from her pussy with a wet squelch. She slid down my body and declared. "I always love the taste of my juices mixed in with spunk!" and with that, she proceeded to lick me clean. She didn't take me all the way, though, and I was quite surprised.




Taught a Lesson



"Does that mean you want to fuck again, Steph?" She regarded me coyly over my cock.

"Of course it doesn't! You are going to be stimulated to the point of orgasm, but not sent over the edge for a good few hours. That way, you'll have a great payload! Now, I'm going in the shower, and if you have a wank, I'm not going to fuck you for a while. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mrs Green." I was in the mood to be a little playful, so I referred to her in a sense that she was in charge, for a change. She left and I heard the shower working a few seconds later. I just lay on the bed and contemplated the enormity of what had just transpired over the past two days. A massive grin formed across my face. I'd just fucked one of the most desirable teachers at school. Cool.

A few minutes later, and Steph returned, clad in a pink towel, which didn't really cover much, but, let's face it, it didn't need to. She jerked a thumb over her shoulder and undid the towel.

"It's your turn, now. Let's make sure you're nice and clean, to keep you fresh for next time." She winked at me. I obeyed, and went to take a shower. When I returned, Steph was sitting at her dresser, brushing her hair. She finished brushing on her head and took a smaller brush and attended to her pubes. I had wondered why they were so neat.

"Get dressed and we can have something to eat. I don't know about you, but all this sex has given me such an appetite." My cock was already lifting the towel when she had spoken, but upon hearing this, I got even harder.

"If you are going to be mine, then you are going to have to train him not to react to every situation like that." She disappeared downstairs and my hard on was beginning to subside anyway, but it doubled its pace to flaccidity when I heard what Steph said. I grabbed my boxers, slipped into them and then found my jeans and socks. When I sat down to put my socks on, I noticed a bulge in one of the back pockets. I removed it and realised that it was her golden silk thong, which would have partnered her bra she was wearing earlier. Quickly replacing the socks, I ran out of her room, to find her replacing her bra and then looking about for, what I presumed was her robe. I returned to her bedroom and retrieved it for her. I walked as calmly as I could down the stairs and, before entering the lounge, I took one last, deep sniff of the thong. There was no doubt that her sweet scent turned me on immensely, but my cock remained flaccid. I decided to face the music and return it to its rightful owner.

"Have you seen my T-shirt round?" Steph was bending over the settee, looking under the cushions. I could see her snatch, still quite red and turned on, but she was resisting the urge. She turned around and passed me my T-shirt. I put it on and handed her the robe.

"It's a little chilly around here. Put this on." She took it from me and tied it up in the middle. I put my hand in my back pocket and closed my fingers around the thong once again. I pulled it out and pushed a bunched fist at her.

"I believe this also belongs to you..." She took the thong and regarded it, and then she smiled at me.

"I gave this to you. Keep it, it's yours."

"No. this is what started all of this. If I keep it, I could still, in theory have you sued for sexual harassment. Please... It would help me relax a bit." I pushed it towards her and into her hands. She took it from me, albeit a little reluctantly, then she put it on.

"Makes me look the part, don't you think?" She put her hands on her hips under her robe and flicked it out, to allow me the chance to admire her in all her glory. She looked like a model

"Makes you look a million dollars, Mrs Green."

"Come on, Will, I'll make us some thing to eat." I followed her into the kitchen, where she started to prepare food for two.

"What about later? What's going to happen?"

"I don't know. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we."

I'd tell you more, but that is another story, for another time.



Taught a Lesson



The cold December rain was beating hard on the classroom windows. Amber watched it run down the glass; she liked the rain but wished it wasn't accompanied by the chilling wind. The school's heating wasn't working again, so all the halls and classrooms were freezing. Amber glanced over at Dru, her best friend whom she also shared a room with, Dru smiled slightly and mock-shivered. This morning they'd dared one another to go commando today, which had seemed quite fun at the time, but with the icy air reaching up her skirt, Amber felt it had been a bit of a mistake and pressed her thighs together for warmth.

  She'd met Dru on her first day at St Catherine's School for the Re-education of Disadvantaged Young Women, which was in fact a school for girls who had failed to pass their exams or had never taken them first time around. This meant most of the girls were between 18-21, but the 'school' was funded by the church so they had to wear uniforms and the teachers were rather strict. Dru and Amber had both failed their exams, Amber had been partying rather than studying, and each girls parents had immediately shipped them off the St Catherine's to retake them.

At the front of the classroom Mrs Palmer was describing the formation of glaciers. 

How fitting, Amber thought vaguely, as she doodled on her textbook.

There was a knock at the door and a scared looking student opened it.

"Mrs Palmer?"

"Yes, Alison?" Mrs Palmer looked annoyed.

"The Headmaster wants to speak to Jameson and Sanders, Mrs Palmer."

"Fine, fine," she waved a hand dismissivley, "Dru, Amber, you better go. If you're finished before the lesson's over you better come back."

Dru and Amber followed the Alison out.

"Do you mind going on your own?" she asked, "I've got some homework I haven't finished yet and its supposed to be done by the end of the day, I'm never gonna finish it!"

"No, it's fine," replied Dru. 

Alison hurried off in the direction of the library.

"What do you think this is about?" asked Amber, "Do you think it's because we've been bunking off PE? It must be something serious, is that serious?"

"Yeah, maybe... come on, we better hurry up, or we'll be in more trouble."

"Yeah, okay."

They hurried along the corridors to the Headmaster's Office. His assistant, Ms Simmons, looked up from her desk as they approached. She had a mini heater on her desk.

"Wait here," she snapped. Ms Simmons looked about seventy, although she was probably nearer to fifty, and regarded all the students with the same mistrust and dislike. She stood up, went to the Headmaster's door and knocked.

"Mr Cairn?" she opened the door.

"Yes, Ms Simmons?"

Dru and Amber glanced at one another, although they couldn't see him, the Headmaster sounded exasperated.

"Jameson and Sanders are here."

"Good. Send them in and then go down to the IT office and find out if they've got the internet working yet, and if not, get them to explain why not and find out what they intend to do about it."

"Yes, Mr Cairn, I'll get right onto it."

"Well, take your time, Ms Simmons. Get yourself a cup of tea, or something. I can manage here."

"Yes, Mr Cairn." She closed the door, muttering to herself about how far the IT office was. She picked her coat up and put it on. "Go in then," she said as she scurried past the two girls.

   Amber looked at Dru, who approached the Headmaster's door. She knocked gently and then stepped back.

   "Come in," came his voice.

   The girls opened the door and entered. Mr Cairn was sitting at his desk. The office was nice and warm thanks to an electric heater in one corner of the room.

   "Sit down."

   They sat on the two small chairs in the centre of the room. Mr Cairn stood up, went to the door and closed it. He then pulled the television trolley, that was at the edge of the room, in front of Amber and Dru. 

   "Do you know why you're here?"

   Neither Dru, nor Amber answered.

   "Alright then, I'll show you. Do you recognise this," the Headmaster picked up a video that had been on his desk. He handed it to Dru. "Well?"

   Again, neither girl spoke.

   "Read the title, Miss Sanders."

   "Um..." Dru stared at the tape.

   "Now, Miss Sanders."

   "It's called... Sh..she Loves Pain... B-bondage Babes II."

   "And where do you think I got this from?" he asked.

   "From our room..." whispered Dru.

   "Yes, one of the cleaners found it and handed it in. So, the real question is where did you get it from? Well?"

   "It wasn't me!" exclaimed Dru, "Amber got it from some boy."

   "Oh," the Headmaster redirected his gaze to Amber, "Well, Miss Jameson, who gave it to you?"

   Amber stared at him speechless.

   "It was a boy called Sean, he works at the movie theatre," interjected Dru, "He's not our friend or anything. He's a bit creepy..."

   "Okay, Miss Sanders. Did you watch it?"

   "N-no, Sir, we didn't!" Dru blushed.

   "Really, because you know it is a very bad thing to watch movies like this. Look at the cover – does it excite you?"

   "No, Sir."

   "What about you, Miss Jameson?"

   Amber looked up and shook her head.

   "No? And you say you haven't watched it? Well, let's have a look now shall we?" He took the tape from Dru's unresisting hands, put it in the tape player and turned the TV on. "Let's just fast-forward a bit shall we?"

   The tape stopped and the sound of a woman screaming filled the office. Dru and Amber stared at the screen. The woman was suspended from the ceiling and was being whipped on her ass. When she began begging for mercy, Amber looked away.

   "Now... you know it's wrong for you to watch this sort of thing. And as your Headmaster I am responsible for ensuring you are never tempted to watch this type of thing again."

   "We won't, Sir!" cried Dru, "We promise."

   "That's an admirable sentiment, Miss Sanders, but I can't just take your word for it, can I now?"

   "Yes! Yes, you can! I wouldn't lie, we'd never-"

   "You wouldn't lie, Miss Sanders? But you'd have this pornography hidden in your room? Can I take your word for it? No. No, you need to be taught a lesson. To make sure you remember not to do this again."

   He pushed the TV to the edge of the room, but left the tape running. Then went back behind the desk, reached into a draw and removed a cane. Amber and Dru looked on in horror.

  "Stand up. Now, Miss... Jameson, put the chairs in the corner of the room and then go and stand next to the television. Miss Sanders, bend over the desk."

  Dru didn't move.

  "Now! Or do you want to be expelled, Miss Sanders? Or should I just call your parents?"

  She slowly walked over to his desk and leant her elbows upon it.

  "That's better. Lift up your skirt."

  "I-I can't. Please..."

  "Now, Miss Sanders."

  Slowly, she reached back and lifted her skirt revealing her bare ass. Her cheeks flushed with embarrasment. 

  "I see why you were so reluctant, now. Why aren't you wearing any panties, Miss Sanders?"

  "I-I was in a hurry this morning. I woke up late."

  "Oh, really?" The Headmaster walked round to the other side of the desk so he was facing her. He put the cane down and picked up a roll of tape.

  "Put your hands in front of you." He then proceeded to tape her wrists together and then taped them to the desk.

  "Sir?"

  He then tore a bit off and placed it over her mouth.

  "I think you have done enough talking, Miss Sanders. Why don't we let your friend speak for you now. Alright, Miss Jameson?"

  Amber nodded.

  "Now, seeing as you both share in your misdemeanor, you will both share in your punishment. I am going to administer 30 strokes. It's up to you, Miss Jameson, how many each of you get. When you think your friend has had enough, just say. You could make it even, 15 each. Or maybe you would sacrifice yourself and say 'when' after 5 stroked? We'll see, shall we?"

  Dru was shaking slightly and as Mr Cairn ran his hand over her smooth ass, she jumped.

  "Let's begin."

  He stood back, raised his arm and then hit Dru with the cane. She screamed behind her gag.

  "One."

  A bright red mark had appeared on her cheeks. He looked over at Amber, who was staring in horror.

  "Two."

  Dru screamed again and again as he caned her. Her ass became red and tears began streaming down her cheeks. Amber watched transfixed as her friend was punished, when she looked away her eyes wandered to the television where the porn star was now on her knees as her Master brutally fucked her mouth.

  "Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen."

  Dru was shaking and moaning as she slumped onto the desk.

  "Well, Miss Jameson? Has she had enough?"

  Amber stared at Dru's burning ass, knowing that hers would be like that soon if she said 'when'. She was afraid, and definitely didn't want to be punished like that. But another part of her wanted this to continued. She could feel herself getting turned on as she watched her friend being beaten, even though she was ashamed to admit it.

  "No? She hasn't?" Dru started moaning from behind her gag. "It sounds like your friend doesn't like the sound of that. She's probably begging you to stop this. To free her from this pain. You still want me to continue caning her, and not you?"

  "Yes," replied Amber.

  "Alright then, Miss Jameson... Sixteen."

  Amber watched as her Headmaster caned Dru's right cheek several times, then her left, then both. She was still collapsed on the desk, crying quietly. Amber began slowly running her hand up the back of her thighs, making herself even wetter. She could feel her nipples getting harder. She glanced back at the telesion where the slave was now on her hands and knees being fucked from behind. Amber thought back to the first time she had watched the tape, late at night when Dru was asleep. She'd never seen anything like it before and she had played with herself for hours until she'd cum, burrying her face into her pillow so her cries of pleasure didn't wake up her room mate.

  "Twenty-nine... Thirty. There we go, Miss Sanders."

  "Now, let's be less formal, shall we?" The Headmaster walked round in front of Dru and took the tape out of her mouth. "Dru, isn't it? Well, Dru, you've taken all the punishment for something you and Amber did together. Now, do you think she should be punished too?"

  He removed the tape from her hands. Dru slowly stood up, wincing as her skirt slid down over her reddened ass.

  "Well, Dru. Look at her... she was getting off watching you being punished." Amber looked shocked. "Don't think I didn't notice, Amber. Now, Dru, do you want her to be punished."

  Dru stared at her, she wanted to grab her and hit her for the pain she'd put her through. If it had been the other way round, she would've had them share the punishment.

  "Yes. Punish her. That bitch... I thought you were my friend."

  "No! Please, Dru! I'm sorry... I was just scared. Please-"

  "Quiet now, Amber. Take off your shirt and bra," instructed Mr Cairn.

  Amber slowly unbuttoned her shirt and dropped it on the floor.

  "And your bra, Amber. Now."

  She reached round and undid the clasp, freeing her large, firm breasts.

  "Come and lie on the desk. Put your arms above your head," he picked up the tape and taped her hand together and then taped them to the desk, then gagged her. He walked to the other end of the desk, "Open your legs, Amber."

She paused for a moment, then opened them.

  "I see you were in a hurry this morning, as well." He then taped her ankles to each corner of the desk so she was spread-eagled and vulnerable.

  "Dru..."

  "Yes, Mr Cairn?" she replied, staring at Amber, looking forward to seeing her punished.

  "Take off your shirt and bra, as well."

  "What?"

  "Do it now, Dru."

  "Y-yes, Sir."

  She took off her shirt and bra. The Headmaster approached her, and ran his hand down her chest, pinching and rubbing her nipples. Dru moaned and bit her lip as he massaged her, he then ran his other hand down her back and over her ass.

  "Ow!" she cried as he rubbed her sore butt, then he smacked it, "Oww!"

  "Dru, I want you to run your hands up Amber's thighs."

  "What?"

  "Now, Dru. Remember, I don't want to have to call your parents and tell them what a naughty girl you've been."

  Dru approached Amber. She slowly ran her fingers up the insides off Amber's thighs. Mr Cairn lifted Amber's skirt up, revealing her shaved pussy.

  "Stroke her cunt, Dru. Just gently... very gently," the Headmaster ordered as he picked up the cane again. 

  Amber writhed in pleasure as Dru played with her. She jumped when the cane landed on her tits and cried out behind her gag.

  "Yes," cried Dru, as she watched her friend being caned, "Cane that bitch!"

  "Kiss up her thighs, Dru. And when you get to her pussy, I want you to eat her out. Make her cum, Dru. While I cane her tits."

  "Yes, Mr Cairn."

  She lightly kissed up Amber smooth thighs and when she got to her cunt she began sucking and biting her. Amber was bucking her hips wildly, as the Headmaster continued to punish her breasts which were now striped red. He then put the cane down and came round behind Dru. She was bent over, so he lifted her skirt up, revealing her still red ass. Mr Cairn unzipped her pants, revealing his long, hard cock. He position himself behind her, holding onto her hips, and began running the tip of his dick up and down her cunt. Dru jumped when he did this and tried to pull away, but he pushed her forward so that she was lying on top of Amber.

  "Please, don't!"

  He ignored her and with one swift motion forced his cock into her tight, young pussy.

  "Agh!" she cried out as he began fucking her. She tried to steady herself on the desk, but couldn't as the fucking motion caused her and Amber's firm bodies to slide together. Their breasts rubbing over one another, making Dru nipples hard. Amber moaned as the friction made her red tits even sorer, but the pain still turned her on. She wished Dru was still pleasuring her, she was so close to cumming.

  "Yes!" cried the Headmaster, as he fucked Dru, faster and faster, "You're so tight, you little whore. Do you like that?"

  "Yes!" she replied as he rammed his huge dick into her, "God, yes! Don't stop."

  He continued ploughing into her for a few minutes before pulling out.

  "Get up, Dru."

  She climbed off Amber and stood before him.

  "Please, Mr Cairn. Please... I want you to-"

  "Quiet." He leaned forward and pulled the tape off Amber's mouth. "And what do you want, Amber?"

  "Please, Sir, I want to cum... I'm so hot... please..."

  "Well, Dru, should I fuck her? Should I make her cum?"

  Dru looked at her dishevelled friend tied helpless to the desk.

  "Yes, you should fuck her, Sir-"

  "Thank you, Dru.. yes, thank you," she moaned.

  "But I think you should fuck her up the ass, Sir," Dru continued, glaring at Amber, "Make it hurt, Sir. Make her scream."

  "Good idea, Dru."

  Mr Cairn grabbed Amber's thighs and pushed her further back, making her butt even more accessable. He ignored her begging as pushed the tip of his cock against her tight hole. Dru looked on, rubbing her breasts with one hand and her cunt with the other. The Headmaster thrust his dick into Amber, her tight sphincter giving way under the onslaught. She screamed.

  "God! Please, stop! It hurts so bad!" she cried as he began violently fucking her, as Dru cheered him on.

  "Yes! Make her pay for being such a bitch! You sadistic little whore... watching me suffer! Now who's suffering?"

  "Get on top of her, Dru. Let her pleasure you to make up for it," ordered Mr Cairn, as he stretched Amber's tight ass.

  Dru climbed up onto the table and stradled Amber.

  "Now, Amber, you better make her cum, because I'm only going to stop fucking your ass when you do."

  Amber began licking and nibbling and gently biting Dru's cunt. Dru moaned and gasped in pleasure. She then picked up the cane and began beating Amber's tits with it.

 "Yes! Yes! Take that you bitch! Suck my pussy while I cane you!"

 Mr Cairn continued to fuck Amber's sweet, young ass. As he got close to cumming he thrust harder and faster, making Amber squeal as she pleasured Dru. He then pulled out, and shot his load over her spreadeagled body. 

 "Yes!" Dru laughed, "Take that you cum-splattered slut!" She then began caning Amber's pussy, as Mr Cairn sat down and watched, rubbing his cock.

 "Oh, yes! Yes!" Dru cried as Amber's ministrations made her cum hard, her hips bucked wildly on Amber's face as she continued to cane her pussy. Amber moaned from beneath her as the hard cane dug into her sore cunt again and again. Finally, she cried out in pleasure as she climaxed. Her restrained body writhing on her Headmaster's desk.

 Mr Cairn watched with amusement, his cock now hard again.

 "Well, girls, it looks like you won't make it back for the end of your lesson, now does it?"



Taught a Lesson



This story takes place when I was in my second year of University. I was struggling with some of my course work, partly due to partying and partly due to boredom with education. My tutor, Mr Halfpenny, had call me to his office to go over some of my work and to try and help me get back on track. Mr Halfpenny was one if the better tutors and always willing to give up his time, I guess I now know why. I'd say he was mid-forties and I know he was married, but I don't think he had kids. I'm only guessing as when I went into his office he had a picture of, who I assume was his wife, on his desk but that was about it.

I arrived at his office about 5pm one afternoon whilst everyone else was making their way back to their digs. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said and I made my way into the office. I'd never really seen him in casuals before, but he was wearing a tight t-shirt with jogging bottoms and had wet hair. He noticed my look of surprise.

"Just been out for a run and had a shower," he said reading my thoughts. "Take a seat."

I sat on a chair opposite his desk and he proceeded to go through some of my course work and give me some very helpful tips on how I could get back on track. My parents had invested a lot of time and money to get me through Uni and I had no intention of letting them down. After about an hour and a half we had worked through a plan and I promised him I was ready to knuckle down and would get back on track. Mr Halfpenny stood up to shake my hand and I couldn't help but notice as he did so that his cock was swinging about in his joggers. Clearly he wasn't wearing any underwear which seemed a bit weird. I'm not entirely sure how long I was gawping, or even why I was gawping as I had no interest in other men.

"Something the matter?" he asked, clearly aware of what I was looking at.

"What?" I stammered, knowing I'd been caught out, "Er, no everything is fine." 

Damn I was completely flustered and knew I'd gone bright red. What was wrong with me?

"Come round here, I want to show you something," he said. Part of me assumed this was going to be something to do with my work, but another part suspected and secretly hoped that it was something else completely, I walked around to the other side of desk as he sat back in his chair. Mr Halfpenny was smiling and I knew why. My cock was solid in my jeans, he knew it and I knew he knew it. He pointed at the picture of his wife that was on his desk. He wanted to show me that?

"What do you think?" he asked.

I had no idea what to say. I wasn't really into older women but she looked good for her age.

"Erm, very nice," I muttered.

"I think so too. Would you like to fuck her?" he asked smiling at me.

"What?"

"Would you like to fuck her?" he repeated, "or are you not into women?"

"Yes of course I am, but..."

"But you like men as well?" he grinned.

I had never been with another man, never even thought about it.

"No, I'm not gay if that is what you are asking."

"No? Me neither but why do these things need a label. So you're not gay but yet you were looking at my cock weren't you?" he asked as he moved he chair slightly closer.

I leaned back against the desk.

"I didn't mean too, it was just sort of hanging in your jogging bottoms."

"Was it? Yours doesn't appear to be hanging down does it?" He smiled.

No it didn't. It was rigid in my jeans. Mr Halfpenny leant forward and undid my belt, button and slowly lowered my zip. I was rooted to the spot. I wanted to run, but yet I was as confused and turned on as hell. He pulled my boxers to one side and let my cock spring out. He smiled. 

"Okay, your choice," he said,"I will count to five. If you do yourself up and leave my office we will never speak of this again, however, if you are still stood here then I will assume you are okay with whatever will happen next."

All I could do was nod to acknowledge I understood.

"One... Two... Three... Four..."

He looked at me. I hadn't moved a muscle and I could see a dribble of juice appearing at the end of my cock.

"Five..." 

He looked at me with bag grin n his face. I grabbed hold of the desk as he leaned forward and pulled my jeans and boxers down. It would be fair to say I don't have the biggest cock in the world and he pretty much took the whole lot into his mouth in one go. I groaned and closed my eyes as he started to suck me, I'd had a few blow jobs from inexperienced girls, but boy did he know exactly what he was doing. He took hold of my balls in one hand and left a little bit of my shaft out of his mouth so he could tug me at the same time. I could usually pace myself, I'd only cum very quickly once with a girl and that was my first time, but I knew I wasn't going to last here. He was sucking and slurping on my cock like a pro. He let go of my balls and pulled me slightly away from the desk. I felt him slip his hand up towards my arse. No one had ever touched my opening mr before but he probed at my crack with his finger before gently nudging it in an inch or so. That was it, it felt unbelievable. I let out a big groan and shot a big stream of juicy cum straight into his mouth as he probed, sucked and tugged on me furiously. I shot several more jets of cum into his mouth before he slipped his finger back out of me and slowed down his pace on my cock. He continued to lick my cum from my cock as it softened.

Wow, I had never experienced anything like that. He sat bake and smiled at me as my cock hung limply between my legs.

"Would you like a go?" he said grinning at me.

I didn't say anything, couldn't say anything, I was dumbstruck, he stood up and dropped his jogging bottoms revealing a semi hard cock that was clearly bigger than my own.

"You can touch it if you like,"

Boy did I ever want to. I leant forward and took it in my hand. It wasn't fully erect and felt soft and silky. I slowly pulled his foreskin back revealing a shiny purple head. I wanked him for a bit until his cock was rigid. It was definitely a lot bigger than mine. I dropped down to my knees still with my own jeans around my ankles and licked the end of his cock. I didn't know what to expect but it tasted nice and clean from where he had showered. I tried to take as much as I could and worked my mouth up and down his cock. I looked up and could see he was clearly enjoying himself. 

After a few minutes of sucking I could sense he was getting close to giving me my first mouthful of cum, 

"Stop," he commanded.

Reluctantly I took my mouth of his cock. He beckoned me to stand up and turned me around. I had. A feeling I knew where this was going. He gently pushed my back so I was bent over his desk with my arse on show. He opened one of his drawers and took something out. I heard him take the lid off and stayed still as I felt his wet, lubed up finger, begin to probe again at my arse opening. He gently pushed it inside and moved it around.

"Relax," he whispered.

Relax? He was about to fuck me, how could I relax. He gently pushed another finger inside me until I gradually felt myself getting used to the unfamiliar sensation.

"Are you okay with this?" he asked.

I let out a groan to acknowledge that I was. He took hold of his cock and I felt him pushing it against my soaking wet opening. He was very gentle with me, again clearly experienced, and slowly eased his helmet into me. I felt a pop and a bit pain, but it wasn't unpleasant. He stayed there for a moment whilst I got used to it and then began to ease himself in and out of my virgin arsehole. I was getting very turned on and could feel myself getting hard. He moved me slightly holding my waist with one hand and reaching around to grab my cock at the same time. 

God it felt so good, I was being fucked and wanked off at the same time, the sensation was incredible. He had started to build up his rhythm and I knew he was going to cum and I wasn't going to stop him. He let out a guttural moan as he slapped himself deep into me and released a torrent of cum. He had let go of my cock and I took it in my own hand and began and to wank it as hard as I could. He was still thrusting deep in me releasing more of his cum. I pushed his wife's picture over on his desk and shot my second load of cum of the day all over her face. He had finished cumming and was holding himself in me as I emptied the rest of my load all over his wife's picture, something he clearly approved of as he urged me to cover the sluts face. Eventually I was empty and he pulled himself out of me. Fucking amazing was the only way I could describe it.

Without another word being said he handed me some tissues and we both cleaned ourselves up. Needless to say I went on to pass my course with flying colours, with a little more extra curricular help from my tutor.



Taught by my Teacher



In high school, Math wasn't my strongest subject. I was 18 and in my senior year. If I didn't pass this math class, college wouldn't be an option. So my mother hired a tutor. Didn't work. Tried another. Finally, I spoke with my teacher, Ms. Robards. I explained that I was having trouble but the tutors weren't helping. Ms. Robards offered to help. 

"I can't do it after school due to cheerleading." I said. She said no problem we could do evenings and weekends. The first time was scheduled for Friday.

I showed up at her house at 6:00 and she let me into the dining room where we could work. We worked for an hour and then took a break and talked. Ms. Robards is about 35 with a curvy, but fit body. I asked about a husband and she said she hadn't met anyone yet. I let it drop. We studied for another hour and then I left. 

We usually met three times a week. An hour on Tuesday and Thursdays and then for two hours on the weekend. We often talked after the study sessions and during breaks. I was getting to know her pretty well. My math skills started to show strong improvement. Soon I was looking forward to the sessions more for the conversation than anything else.

We would talk about all kinds of things. Even boys. She asked how things were without being to prying. I opened up and felt that I could tell her anything. I soon felt comfortable asking her sex questions that I would be horrified to ask my mom. She was candid and helpful. She had a hot tub out back and I mentioned it several times. One day she said that I should bring a suit and we could try it out after tutoring. 

The first time, she came out in a bikini that showed her body off pretty well. Being a teen, my bikini was pretty skimpy. I told her that she looked great and should have plenty of suitors. She laughed it off and let it drop. 

The hot tub became a regular thing on weekends for us. One day while sitting in the tub, I mentioned that she hadn't seemed to be dating anyone over the past several months. She said that she had, but kept it pretty much under wraps. They had just broken up after six months.

I told her I was sorry. I asked how the sex was. She blushed and told me that it had been great. The best part of the relationship. They just hadn't gotten along well in other areas. I told her that my current boyfriend was just ok in the sack. Mainly he would just put it in with little to no foreplay. I was thinking of dumping him. 

She laughed and said that men could be like that. I picked up something in the comment and she admitted that she had dated women exclusively since she was 22. I told her that I was so surprised, but honored that she could share that with me.

She smiled and said that with the things at school, she had to keep that part of her life under wraps. I asked her what it was like. She said that women were softer, more caring and took their time with things rather than pushing to get their rocks off. 

I asked her how she got started. She said she had done things with girls in junior high and in college. She thought she would grow out of it but kept going back to women.

I gulped and asked if this meant she had gone down on other women. She laughed and said yes, among other things. My mouth got a bit dry and my stomach felt butterflies. I apologized for prying, but said that I was curious, not having know a lesbian before.

She laughed again and said that it wasn't a big deal. I probably knew some lesbians at school, but didn't know about their sexuality. Things quieted down for a few moments as we just sat in the hot tub and let things sink in. I spoke up and boldly said that I thought a lot of people could be bi. I once had a crush on another cheerleader. She said that was normal I opened up and told her how I used to watch the girl in the showers after practice. How her body had got me hot. It was only that one girl and she moved last year.

She said that high school had been like that for her as well. Showering after P.E. had been hard but sweet as well. She would admire the other girls firm breasts and toned butts.

The feeling in my stomach spread through my pussy and I boldly asked her if she found me attractive. Yes, very. She told me that I had a great body. I laughed and accused her of checking out my ass whenever we hit the hot tub. 

She said that I had a great ass and she had checked it out before. Gulping a bit, I asked if she had thought of me sexually. She said that she didn't want to ruin our friendship, but she found me very attractive.

She stood up to refill her wine glass and asked if I wanted more coke. I said no thank you but wouldn't mind a glass of wine. She smiled and said sure. I found myself looking at her ass as she moved into the house. Under the bubbling water, I found my fingers slipping into my swim suit. I couldn't believe how horny I was feeling.

She returned and slipped back into the water. I moved closer to her to get my glass of wine. Our knees briefly touched before I pulled back. I said that I was curios about the sex. What other things could you do. She said that there were several ways to pleasure a woman without using a cock. 

While we talked I let my foot touch hers. I was tentative, but she didn't pull back. I reached again for my wine and moved a bit closer. My heart felt like it would burst from my chest. Our legs were now touching I closed my eyes and leaned forward. For a second I felt like a fool, then I felt the soft touch of her lips against mine. Softly for a moment, before pulling back.

I opened my eyes and looked into hers. I slid my body against hers in the tub and she placed an arm around my shoulders. Our lips met again and this time I felt her tongue probe my lips. My lips parted on their own and our tongues began to dance back and forth. I leaned into her body with one hand caressing her side.

I soon felt her other free hand rise up to cup my breast. My nipples tingled. Her other hand freed the ties for my bikini top and it dropped loose from my breasts. I gasped and arched my back. 

Tentatively I reached up and caressed her breasts. It was the first time I had touched another woman's body. She was soft and her breasts were still firm. I melted into her kisses.

For about 10 minutes we did nothing but kiss and gently caress each other's breasts. Then her hand dropped to my hip and untied my bottoms. I raised my ass up and she pulled the bikini out and set it on the side of the tub. I couldn't believe that I was sitting naked in a hot tub with another woman. 

Her fingers traced my wet pubic hair and my legs parted on their own. She gently pushed a finger into my lips as I gasped. I could feel an orgasm building and it soon crashed over me. 

Rising out of the water, she took my hand and lifted me up. Naked, I stepped out of the tub and she took my towel and dried my body and then herself. Taking my hand again, she led me into the house. 

We went down the hall and into her bedroom. Moving to the bed, she threw the pillows off and pulled down the spread. I sat on the edge and she pushed me back onto my back. Kneeling by the edge, she place her hands on my inner thighs and spread them. Her tongue moved between my legs. I moaned and pushed my pelvis towards her face. Her tongue lashed across my labia and I cried out.

Rising, she slid her bikini bottoms down and I gazed upon her mons venus covered in a light growth of hair. She pushed me further onto the bed and climbed in as well. Moving to my face she kissed me. I could taste my own nectar upon her lips. Her leg slid between mine and she ground her pussy against mine. My hands found their way down her back and cupped her ass cheeks.

She moved back down to my pussy and began eating me again. She looked up into my eyes and asked if I was ready to try more. I nodded and said yes. Switching her body around, she swung her legs over my head and I found myself facing her moist pussy. She lowered her head back into my crotch and I lifted my head to taste her. 

She tasted sweet and fruity. I found that I liked it. Our orgasms built and hit at the same time. I found myself grasping her ass as I arched my back. I found that I wanted more. I rolled her onto her back and began eating her pussy again. We were now in a 69 position again, but with me on top. She scooted up a bit and spread my ass cheeks. I shuddered as I felt her tongue probe my puckered ass. 

Gently she rimmed my ass and I ground back towards her. This felt so taboo and forbidden. Her fingers plunged into my pussy and I felt another orgasm sweep through me. 

Rolling off her, I pulled her to her hands and knees. I spread her ass and looked at her cute little pucker. I could do this. I wanted to do this. I leaned forward and licked across her ass. It did not feel dirty. She moaned and ground back towards me. I did as she did and put my fingers into her pussy. My tongue stabbed at her asshole. Soon she was climaxing again as well.

We both fell back onto the bed and softly kissed each other's lips. Tears rolled from my eyes and she asked what was wrong. I told her that it was just the opposite. Everything felt so right.



Taught My Lesson



Disclaimer: everyone in this story is over 18.

This is my first story so feedback is greatly appreciated please let me know what you think.

*****

I'm wearing a white curve hugging tank top with plenty of cleavage on display and a gold necklace with the pendant resting right above my chest just to draw attention, a very tight very short red skirt and white heels. At 18 I'm used to getting my way with everyone because of my daddy's wealth and my looks. I've got long blonde hair and a petite but curvaceous body. With 36 c cup breasts and a generous ass, everyone always falls all over me. I expect no less from Mr. Mertango, the new history teacher. I heard he was Spanish, not Mexican but from Spain. So I come from lunch, 15 minutes late for his class.

He's standing in front of the class wearing a grey suit, standing tall at 6`7 with broad shoulders. He is clean shaven with black hair to match his dark skin. I figure he is in his late 20's maybe early 30's but doubtful. He looks at me with a frown, and tells me to stay after class to talk about my issue with the time he starts class. 'Yeah right.' I roll my eyes. Everyone snickers. The whole class period he picks on me, calling on me knowing full well I'm not paying attention. As soon as the bell rings, he walks back and stands next to my seat. He looks intently down at me. I stand gathering my things not even bothering to make eye contact. I can't believe he had the audacity to embarrass me like that. 'I run this school! He needs to know who is in charge here!' I think to myself but I don't say anything. 

"What's wrong? You're sad because Daddy's little girl didn't get her way?" He asks locking the door, "You really need to learn who is in charge." 

"Excuse me, Mr. Who-ever-the-fuck-you-think-you-are! Do you know who I am?! I am in charge in this school and my daddy is in charge of this town, now unless you want him hearing about this you had better unlock that door right fucking now!" I spat out forcefully. 

He pushes me back down into my chair, "No excuse you, little girl, your daddy doesn't scare me and neither do you. It's time somebody taught you a thing or two about respect." Mr. Mertango kicks the chair from beneath me, I fall landing on my knees. I find myself inches away from his crotch. I look up at him unbelievingly. 

"You have got to be kidding me, you want me to give you a blow job? What if I say no way in hell? What then?" I ask. 

"Then I show your dad and everyone else on the internet, this great little video of you I happened across this morning." He walks to his desk placing my boyfriend's laptop on the table in front of me. The video of me sucking Donny's dick is on pause. "The things you find in a person's laptop." He says shaking his head in mock disdain. My red lips form a perfect "o" as I stare in shock. 

Hanging my head I mutter, "Okay, I'll do it." 

He leans to whisper in my ear, 

"You better believe you're fucking doing this." Mr. Mertango walks to his desk, taking a seat in his chair. 

"Come on now, let's see what you've got." He motions for me to come to him. I start to stand but he stops me with a raised hand, telling me to crawl. I hang my head in shame but do as I'm told. Once at his feet I unzip and unbutton his slacks. Taking his large semi hard dick in my hands I'm amazed, I've never seen a dick even close to this size, I nervously swallow looking up at him with pleading eyes. With a slight smile on his face, he simply grabs my hair and gently guides my head down. Whimpering, I take the head of his dick in my mouth. The girth of the shaft stretches my lips wide almost painfully. Bit by bit I work my mouth closer to the base. My tongue swirls all around tickling his cock as the familiar taste and smell of dick arouses me and I lose myself in the act, my only desire is to suck him like he's never been sucked before. 

"There you go, you're having fun aren't you?" These words are all he says after 10 minutes of my very best efforts. He hasn't emitted so much as one moan. I feel the toe of his shoe probing at my wet pussy, rubbing slow circles around my clit. With the extra stimulation, I manage to swallow every inch of his thick dick. 

Unbeknownst to me, a smile crosses his face. I feel his fingers bury themselves in my hair. Holding me in place, my teacher proceeds to fuck my face, slowly at first but steadily increasing his pace. Gagging and drooling, I attempt to back off but my strength is no match for his. Finally, I feel his muscles stiffen and I know that he is about to cum. The first few spurts hit the back of my throat and Mr. Mertango coats my face with the rest.

"That wasn't so bad was it?" He chuckles. Still having his vice grip on my hair, he pushes my face to his shoe. "Clean." is the only word he speaks. I know what is expected of ms but I can't bring myself to lick it. Seeing my hesitation, he simply wipes my juices off with his fingers and force feeds them to me. Swirling his fingers inside my mouth, the sweet, semi-salty taste lingers on my tastebuds. 

When he releases me, I fix him with a steely gaze, "Happy now?" is all I say. I'm an arrogant little bitch and I don't plan on breaking so easily. I stand up ready to leave. 

"Bend over the desk." I stare at him as if he's crazy.

'What more does he want from me?' the thought crosses my mind. 

"Am I going to have to force you?" Mr. Mertungo asks. Wanting to avoid any more harsh treatment, I lay my torso on his desk. I can hear him shuffling around in his filing cabinet. Suddenly a ball gag is forced into my mouth. He, however, was expecting my objection and had already grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands. The strap had to be elastic because once the ball was in my mouth I felt it pop against the back of my head. Next, Mr. Mertango cinched his belt tightly around my wrists and the front leg of his wooden desk. 

"Now, I'm going to paddle you for being late today and also for your blatant disrespect." He tells me as he pushes my skirt up above my ass. He gives me 3 quick successive licks.

I pull at my restraints but to no avail. I'm stuck. He kicks my legs apart until I'm spread wide. Alternating between the brutal paddling and playing with my cilt and every now and then dipping his fingers into my now soaking wet pussy. "Mmmm" Mr. Mertango moans when he bumps my hymen. "You won't be a virgin much longer." He says with another hard smack of the paddle. I scream into the gag. The pain is so intense but the pleasure that follows makes it almost worth it. The cum on my face is starting to dry and I can't believe I'm getting aroused by this treatment.

He slides the tip of his cock inside my soaking wet pussy. As I let out a whimper, he whispers in my ear,"I know being treated this way is making you wet, you're a filthy little bitch aren't you?". He slides his cock deeper inside of me. The pain causes me to whimper and cry out but soon I'm moaning as my cunt stretches wide to accommodate him. Thrusting my hips up, I bury his cock all the way inside of me. 

He pounds harder, wrecking my virgin cunt, threatening to split it wide open. I start to moan incredibly loud anyways so he removes the gag. 

"Oh yes" I moan, doing my best to fuck him back. I'm just on the edge of an orgasm when he suddenly stops. 

"Oh no you don't, you little slut, bad girls don't get to cum. You are my slut now and will be used for my pleasure!" He says forcefully. 

I whimper, "Please, please, I need to cum! Please I need to cum, fuck me! Please!" As I beg, Mr. Mertango stands behind me not fucking me. I bounce my ass up and down in the air, my legs are shaking with the need to cum. I feel his hot cum hit my ass and I know I will be given no release.

As he pulls his pants on, he says, "You are for my pleasure now, you belong to me. Who's cock is only allowed to fuck you?" Coming to the front of the desk, he releases me. 

"What the fuck seriously?" I near shout! 

He slaps me hard across the face. "Who's cock is the only one that is allowed to fuck you?"

"Yours" I say meekly. 

"Yours what?" He asks. 

"Only your cock is allowed to fuck this slut sir." I answer properly.

"See what you make me do." He jokingly says with a soft laugh. I rub my cheek.

'Geez, this guy is so rough one minute then so relaxed the next. I don't get it.' He unlocks the door to let me out.

"You come to my house in the morning, wear something pretty." Mr. Mertango say with a smile and throws a card with his address on it.

I bend to pick it up completely forgetting that he had ripped off my underwear until now as I feel the cold air on my exposed ass. He chuckles as I straighten quickly to cover myself. 

"See you in the morning Sir," I say before scurrying across the hall to the rest room.

*****

Leave your comments, let me know if you like it and if you'd like a follow up.



Taught My Lesson Ch. 02



*part two of taught my lesson. I did change the category due to all the comments left lol again my apologies for the first one being wrongly placed. 

*this one is a little slower with more story than sex. But I still feel like it's pretty good, so give it a read and let me know what you think:) 



The next day I'm nervous as hell trying to decide what to wear. "Wear something cute." Mr. Mertango's words resonate in my mind. Finally, I decide on a halter topped white summer dress. The white material makes my golden skin seem darker in comparison. The hem falls about mid-thigh. Underneath I wear a sheer lacy white bra and matching thong. My blonde hair cascades down my back in loose curls. I leave it down, remembering how much I liked you grabbing ahold of it. The thought sends a pleasant shiver down my spine and a smile creeps across my face. To finish the outfit off, I put on a pair of 4 inch bright blue heels. I wear only light makeup, just a little eyeliner and mascara. Taking a deep steadying breath, I flag a cab and give him the address on the card.

I arrive at his house where he answers the door in a black polo and dark jeans, his hair is clean cut and I notice two gold rings on his index and middle finger and a gold watch. 

"Don't you look nice today, did you get all dressed up for me?" He says with a mischievous smile. Mr. Mertango motions me into the house. I giggle nervously as I step inside.

"So I did good?" I put my arms above my head and pirouette slowly showing him all of me.

His big hands latch onto my hips and bring me in close to his body, he whispers in my ear "You did good, very good." He trails gentle kisses down my neck. I lay my head over to the left as he nibbles on my right earlobe. 

A small moan escapes my lips, 'I like this version of him.' No sooner does the thought cross my mind than Mr. Mertango bites down hard on my neck. "Ahh!" I scream out. My hands grabbing tightly on his ass. 

In one swift motion he pins my wrists to the wall. "Stay." He reaches up under my dress. Fondling my tits he whispers, "Are you my little slut?"

My eyes grow wide with surprise. 'Slut! He just called me a slut!' I want to yell at him but my image on the computer still burns brightly in my mind. So instead I say, "Yes Sir.." so quietly he can barely hear me. Swiftly he undoes my bra with two fingers. 

"Good, then I never want to see you with another bra on again." I simply stare at him. Mr. Mertango pinches and twists my nipples hard. 

"Yes Sir!" I yip out, realizing I was supposed to reply.

"Do you want to suck my cock again?" He asks, back to whispering. The truth is I really do. It's so big and thick. I love imagining what I look like with my lips stretched around it. And it tastes good to. I fall to my knees as he unzips and pulls his cock out. He presses the hard member against my lips. With my hands on my knees I start licking the head. Swirling it around the ridge gently scraping my teeth on it. He pushes farther in my mouth and I swallow him down until his cock bumps the back of my throat. Sucking hard I try to massage his dick with my throat. I stick out my tongue to lick his balls that are now resting on my chin. Suddenly he starts thrusting in and out making me gag and causing drool to dribble out of the corners of my mouth. I pull my tits out of the top of my dress and start rolling my nipples between my thumb and forefinger. 

"Oh god, that's a good little slut!" Mr. Mertango moans. "Pinch your nipples for me!" Then a few moments later he cums in my mouth. I feel the load drip down my throat. I swallow every drop hungrily as he walks away from me.

'Why is he so cold to me?' I wonder. He comes back with a napkin, wipes the corner of my mouth and surprises me with a long deep 

kiss.

After the kiss, I stand and give him a big hug. Looking up at him, "I'm starting to like this mean and sweet stuff." I say with a giggle.

"Our day has only begun. Now go get in the car." He says with a grin and swats my ass. I fix my dress and do as I'm told. We get to the car and he kisses me deeply. 

"Are you ready for a day that is about only you?" He asks putting on his sunglasses. They are gold framed with pitch black lenses. As we drive through some woods, I watch him from the corner of my eye. 

'I hate those glasses! I can't tell if he's looking at me!'

"I am looking at you," he says with a yawn as if reading my thoughts. 

"How did you.." 

"I know everything." He cuts me off mid-sentence with a wink and a smile.

"So where exactly are we going?" 

"You'll see" is the reply I recieve. I put on a fake pout.

"Please.."

"Come on, pouty face hasn't worked on me since my twenties." He says with a smirk. We come to a little town in the middle of nowhere

"Geez, Mr. Mertango, how old are you?" I tease. I look around at our surroundings. A grocery store, a cafe, a few houses not much. 

"It would surprise you to know how old I am. And my name is Max." 

"Where are we? People cannot actually live here." I say appalled at the sad state of the rundown town. 

The jeep comes to a stop in the drive way of a huge house a little ways outside of town. 

"This is the other house I own. Just because the town looks rough doesn't mean it is, Kary. In fact most of those people are way better than you, you little slut." Max says gruffly. 

I hang my head. 

'Geez, why does he have to be so mean?' I wonder again. 

'He's right though. I am just a little slut.' A little voice argues. 

The house is two stories high with a wrap around porch and a balcony. Before I can explore anymore, my world goes dark. "What the..!"

"It's called a hood. I'm tired of looking at you. I'm also tired of hearing your snooty little voice. So shut the fuck up or I'll gag you again." Max orders. His voice has taken on an edge to it; I know that his sweet side is going to be nowhere to be found for a while.

Taking his hand, I'm led through the house. The room we go to has to be on the ground floor because we don't go up or down any stairs. I hear a door opening. I am pushed down to my knees. Silently he moves my body to a position of his liking. My right hand closes around my left forearm and vise versa. My shoulders are pulled back to push out my full 36 c breasts. My ankles crossed but my knees are spread until my thighs are almost parallel with my elbows. I emit a small whimper. "This is called the presentation pose. Any time I order you to present yourself, you will get into this position. Do you understand, slut?"

"Yes Sir." I reply. Max pulls down the front of my dress again and my tits pop free, bouncing from being so suddenly released. He gives each nipple a few pinches and a twist. Then He pinches really hard. I yelp. 

"Please Sir, you're pinching to hard! It hurts!" Slowly the pain subsides to a dull ache. It is then that I realize that there are not fingers on my nipples but something else. A weight is also hanging down between my boobs. Before I have time to think about it any more, the hood is yanked off my head. I blink, my eyes readjusting to the light. Immediately I look down to see what is assaulting my tender nipples. 

"They are nipple clamps. You'll get used to them." Max answers my unspoken question.

I notice that he has removed his shoes, socks, and sunglasses.

"How long do I have to stay like this?" I ask timidly. 

"Until I say otherwise." Comes his harsh reply.

"Yes Sir." I say meekly. The muscles in my thighs are starting to ache but I don't dare complain. Max looks at me for a second longer before laying back on the bed, stretching and turning over. He naps for what feels like hours. All the while I stay in my uncomfortable position. My phone ringing stirs him out of his sleep. Picking up my purse, Max digs it out. 

"Donny." He reads the caller id. 

"You'd better figure out what you're going to do with him." He says with a chuckle. 

"For now though you may go to the restroom and also make the appropriate phone calls to tell whomever you need to that you won't be coming home tonight.

"All night?! But what about my plans? What do I tell my parents?" I protest.

"That's up to you." He says still being cold and hard. 

I sigh. 'I wish he would go back to being sweet.' I call my mom, she doesn't answer. Big surprise. I leave her a message saying that I'm staying over at Vanessa's tonight. We were actually supposed to be having a girls night tonight anyways. So I call up Vanessa explaining to her that I'm super sick and really sorry. But not to come check on me because I'm going to bed and turning off my phone. 

I re-enter the room cautiously sitting on the end of the bed. Max simply sits up facing me. "Now lets discuss the rules of our relationship. Tonight they must be followed and should you choose to stay in this relationship come morning, they will be followed everyday." He tells me. 

"Choose to stay?" I give him a quizzical look.

"Yes, tonight you will do as you are told no hesitation. In the morning, however, you will have the choice to walk away from all this; should you choose to do so then I will never mention us again. And in a couple months when you graduate, you will never see me again. There are no second chances." I nod my understanding of the seriousness with which he speaks. "If you do choose to stay, you will follow my rules and be held accountable if you do not."

'I am getting the hell out of here first thing.' I tell myself. But aloud I say, "So what are the rules?" 

"1. You do exactly as I say when I say to do it, no matter where you are or who's around. 2. You are my property; although I can be sweet at times you will never forget your place. That place is pleasuring me. You are not done until I say you are done. 3. You will respect me. I expect to be referred to as Sir or Master. Either of them will work. More will be added as we go along." Max.. Err.. Sir explains. 

I sit silently for a moment, considering these things. 'Surely I can endure this for one night. I can get out in the morning and have great sex tonight for my troubles.' This last thought brings a smile to my face. 'After all he did say today was about me. So that means I'll get satisfied tonight to.' 

His touch startles me out of my thoughts. Sir's hand creeps up my thigh; I sit still letting him touch me. Moving my panties aside, his fingers rub slow circles around my clit. When he dips into my pussy, I can't help but thrust my hips forward. My master, for the night, continues this slow teasing. I moan as he dips into my pussy again. But instead of going back to rub my clit his fingers move toward my back entrance. I immediately realize his intentions and start to back away. Sir simply grabs my thigh in one hand holding me in place. 

"Please, no, please Sir don't." I whimper. 

"Shh." He soothes. His finger starting to rub my tight asshole. "Just relax." Sir says. 

I do my best to relax but it's hard. Vanessa said she let her boyfriend try it once and she cried. I try to push the memory of her story from my mind. 'This is going to happen, Kary. You can't stop it so just relax.' I tell myself. Just then I feel his finger pressing against the little bud until suddenly, POP. It's in. I whimper as my anal ring stretches around the intruder. It just feels wrong. Slowly Max starts to work his finger in and out. His other hand is still massaging my pussy. I close my eyes giving in to the sensations. 

'It's really not that bad.' I surprise myself with the thought. 

He withdraws his hands bringing me back to reality. "Strip." Sir tells me. Giving him a hard look, I stand to do as I'm told. With a look of fury, Master grabs the chain attached to my boobs and pulls the clamps straight off my nipples. A sharp pain rushes from my tits. I scream grabbing them and sinking to my knees. It feels like a million needles poking into my nipples. 

"Watch the attitude, slut. Now do as you're told." Sir orders. Quickly, I stand, stepping out of my shoes as my dress falls to the floor. I remove my panties and am standing before him naked. Max reaches out softly massaging my tits. It helps with the pain. 

"It hurts because the blood is suddenly rushing back to them." He explains softly. 

"Come lay down on the bed." Sir says as he pulls me to him. Laying on my back, I spread my legs wide for him. Max starts with long licks that go from the bottom of my slit to my clit, which he lightly scrapes with his teeth. He is going aggravatingly slow. In an effort to speed things up, I begin thrusting my hips up and down. With a chuckle, Max lays a hand on my stomach and starts licking faster and harder. He pushes his tongue inside of me, circles my clit, nibbles on my pussy lips. I am just on the verge of cumming when he suddenly bites hard on my clit. I scream out, gripping the bed sheets with white knuckles, at the pain. But at that exact moment I squirt harder than I ever have from masturbating. The waves of pleasure just keep rolling through me, causing me to thrash wildly all over the bed. 

"Good girl." I hear Master say from a distance. I open my eyes and sit up. He comes back in the room with a glass of water.

"Oh. My. God." I say after a long drink. "That was amazing." 

This comment brings a genuine smile to his face. "Come. I'll show you the rest of the house." I stand reaching for my dress. 

"Ah, ah." He chides. "You don't get dressed or undressed without me telling you to do so." 

A shy smile plays at my lips. "Okay.. Err.. Yes Sir." He pats my head and takes my hand. The house is just as big, if not bigger, than its outward appearance portrays. Downstairs is the living room, kitchen, 3 bedrooms and 3 bathrooms but only one has a shower in it. There is a door on the left when you exit the living room to go upstairs. It's locked. 

"What's down there?" I ask curiously. 

"Lots of fun stuff." He winks at me. "Maybe you will see it one day but not today." 

"Are you some kind of sick serial killer?" I ask jokingly. 

Max gives a hearty laugh as we ascend up the stairs. There is another sitting room up here. This one is done in white and burgundy. "It's beautiful." I say breathily.

"Only a select few of my friends are ever allowed to come up here." He informs me. Atop the white carpet sits two plush burgundy couches both adorned with white throw pillows. There is also a huge burgundy recliner. There are four solid glass end tables and a glass coffee table. I notice this room does not house an television or entertainment stand. Instead there are 5 glass showcases. In two of them there is an array of what I believe are spanking tools. There are several paddles, a few whips, some crops and other things that I can only wonder they are used for. Another case is filled with stunning chinaware. There are 3 serving trays, each complete with a matching plate, bowl, cup, saucer, and flatware. The last two cases are filled with pictures. I stop to study them. Many of the men are dressed similar to Max, in casual yet nice clothing. But all the females are in lingerie. 'Why in the hell would any woman allow herself to be seen in that in front of so many people?' I wonder. 

"Come and sit, little one." Max says from the recliner. I cross the room and sit on the couch. 

"No, here." He says pointing to the floor. I get up and kneel by his feet. It makes me feel like a child. I don't like it at all. 

"I live a very different lifestyle than most. I have my friends that enjoy the same things and we all have a blast. I chose you to bring here because I saw something you. Potential. You are naturally submissive and I know you don't think so but stop and think about why you are as arrogant and rude as you are. It's because you tried so long and hard to please people but people never noticed. In return you became rude and hateful in an effort to force people to notice. It worked." Max explains. I start to protest but he shushes me. 

"Don't argue. I'm not accusing you of anything. I've simply seen your situation a million times before. I used to attend a private school filled with kids like you. They were all striving for attention. I am only asking for you to think about it. And to consider this offer, I can give you all the attention you crave, all the love you need, and fulfill your desires beyond what you've ever imagined. I want to show you my world. Now let's get you a nice hot bath to relax in before dinner." With my thoughts whirring, I follow Max to a giant bathroom. 

After running me a bubble bath, he gives me a deep passionate kiss before leaving me alone with my thoughts. 

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We sit in the living room eating take out from the cafe I saw earlier. When I had finished my bath, I found my underwear and a pair of thigh highs laid across the bed. I put them on wishing I knew where my dress was. When I had come downstairs, I was feeling really self-conscious about my nakedness but soon I became comfortable around Max. He tweaked my nipples playfully and took me by the hand leading me to the living room to join him for dinner. 

"What sort of plans do we have for after dinner?" I ask. 

"Nothing special really. I was hoping to lay down for a bit, I'm exhausted." Max says. 

"Sir, you can't be serious?!"

Max laughs at me. "No, I'm not serious." He replies with a twinkle in his eye. I climb up into his lap. Running my fingers along his jawline, I softly kiss each cheekbone. Master laces is fingers in the underneath of my hair pulling me in for a kiss. Our tongues explore the insides of each others mouths. I softly nibble on his lower lip and he bites a little harder on mine. I'm starting to like the pain though. It makes the pleasure that much more. Pulling down on my hair, he forces me to look up. I feel his hot breath on my breasts and my pussy is getting wet in anticipation. Gently he sucks first one nipple and then the next. I moan softly. And then I feel it, his teeth cutting into my tender flesh. My moans become louder. 

In one solid motion he scoops me up into his arms. I kiss Sir's neck and nibble at his earlobe as he carries me up the stairs. He makes a low growling sound. Once in the master bedroom, he lays down on his back and pulls me atop him. My hands frantically rub at my wet cunt. Sir lifts my hips and lowers me down on his rigid cock. I moan loudly as it slips in with ease completely filling my snatch up. 

"Ride me slut!" He demands. I thrust my hips forward and back in kind of a circular motion, grinding hard on his dick. I lean back placing my hands in his thighs for support as I fuck him harder. His thumb rubs my clit vigorously spurring me faster. I moan loudly with my head thrown back. I am so close to cumming. My muscles start tightening and all of the sudden Max lifts me off of him throwing me beside him on the bed. 

"You do not cum without my permission!" He roars. Whimpering with need it's all I can do to keep my fingers out of my soaking wet cunt. 

"Get on your hands and knees, you needy little bitch." Sir orders. Each name he spits at me is only turning me on more and more. Hastily, I turn over for him. In one quick thrust he is again balls deep in my wet pussy. 

"Yes! Fuck me Daddy! I'm a dirty little slut!" I scream as Max pounds my pussy. My words surprise me but they feel so natural leaving my mouth. Just then Max slaps my ass hard. 

"Cum for me slut! Cum right now!" Max shouts. And I do. I squirt pussy juice all over his dick and balls. It runs down my legs and makes a good sized wet spot on the bed. At the same moment. Max unloads deep in my pussy. I feel his hot jizz shooting deep inside of me. Exhausted, I fall forward sprawling on my stomach. 

"We aren't done just yet slut." Master informs me. He motions for me to come to the edge of the bed. I crawl that way. 




Taught My Lesson Ch. 02



"Clean me up." 

I wince at his words. 'No way, no way, no way!' He lays his hand on the back of my head. I can do it or he will make me do it. I know my options. And well he did just give me a great orgasm. Meekly I lower my head and suck his now soft dick dry. 

"Good girl." Max says patting my head. Those words are starting to make me feel fuzzy inside. I shake the thoughts out of my head. 'Stop thinking like that you're leaving and never looking back in the morning. Remember?' I mentally chide myself.



Taught to Eat Cum by My Ex-Wife



15 years ago my ex wife Linda taught me to love cum. I was an innocent 20 year old and she was an experienced 32-year-old whore. I knew when we started dating that she was seeing another guy (Dave) and it bothered me but added to the excitement. One night I arrived home about 10pm for sex.

I let myself in and met her in the bedroom where she was already naked. She loved to have her pussy ate and asked me to lie back so she could grind her pussy on my face. She said "I have a surprise for you" and just as I was about to ask what, she ground her cunt against my open mouth. I felt warm, sticky and salty liquid flow into my mouth in globs as she rocked back and forth against my face.

I continued to lick not knowing what to think of the new taste of her cunt. The more I licked her, the more I liked the taste and just then she cum all over my face and rolled off.

She came up to kiss me and asked if I liked licking Dave's cum from her pussy. I said "What the..." and she interrupted reminding me that I must've liked it. I reluctantly agreed that it excited me to lick another man's cum from her cunt. She then admitted to me that many times we had sex were right after Dave had fucked her.

Until tonight she had always cleaned the cum out of her pussy but tonight she had changed her mind and wanted me to taste his cum mixed with her juice. We then had sex and fell asleep.

After continuing like this for a few months Linda said she wanted to try something different. She called me at work one day and started talking nasty, about how excited she was for our kink night. She told me to be home at 6pm for some nasty fun. I could hardly control myself all day. I had already jacked my cock off at lunchtime. And I was walking around with a hard-on all day. 

I got there and let myself in the back door and I heard her call me into the room. I got naked and walked in and to my surprise her friend Dave was just sliding his cock in her cunt. I could tell she had been sucking his cock because her lips were all swelled up. She told me to sit down and wait because she wanted to make sure I was able to clean her pussy out right after he cum.

I found out later that she mentioned it to Dave when he got there and he said he would like to watch me lick her cum filled pussy clean. He cum inside her and then she got up and squatted over my face and I licked the thick white cum out of her sopping wet pussy.

I was so hard and so turned on and she cummed twice while I licked her clean. As I finished licking her I saw Dave climbing over me and he pushed her down on her hands and knee's, doggy style while I was still licking her. He entered her from behind while I licked her pussy. 

I started to climb out and Linda told me to keep licking and Dave told me to make sure I licked his cock while I was down there. I did as I was told until he cum in her and then he pulled out and told me to clean off his cock with my mouth.

I did as I was told and realized I liked being a submissive cum slut. As I was cleaning my wife's pussy he got dressed and told us that he would be back next week for some more fun.

After my wife was clean she told me I could fuck her if I was willing to lick her pussy clean afterwards. I was so horny that I agreed but after cumming I chickened out. So as I lay down she crawled up on top of me and wrapped her muscular legs around my head and commanded me to lick and suck my spent cum from her love hole, I did.

I never realized how much I cum until I licked it out of her. Over the next week Linda loved making me her submissive slut and I loved it. I did everything she said and she told me it was a warm up for the weekend. I was not sure about Friday evening but I was still very turned on waiting for it.

I got home about 6pm. There was Linda dirty dancing for several men who were all naked. There must've been 7 guys there who were friends of Dave's. My wife said, "Here comes our little cum slut". Linda sat on this guy's cock, and told me to come over and lick her as she bounced up and down on his hard thick cock.

I licked his balls, shaft and her cunt and she even had me suck him when he fell out of her pussy one time. She was sucking on another cock and the first guy was still fucking her pussy. His cum squirting cock slipped out of her cunt and Linda immediately pushed my head down to take his cock in my mouth as he finished cumming I licked up all the cum and then licked her clean.

I couldn't believe I had just eaten cum straight from a man's cock. She climbed off of him and climbed onto Dave and had me in the same position. I licked his balls and cock until he came inside her. I then cleaned his cock off and her pussy again.

This continued on for each guy until they all cummed in her. She then wanted me to start getting their cocks hard again, so I had one cock in my hand and the other in my mouth. One guy went over to fuck my wife as the other one told me to keep sucking him. I kept sucking and was starting to really get into it. I was deep throating his 8 1/2 inch cock I was slobbering all over his cock and balls I didn't even realize that everybody had stopped and was watching me.

I felt his balls tighten up and he filled my mouth with cum and they all clapped. Linda told me I was such a good cum slut and came over to kiss me. This went on all weekend. Some of the men left for a while and came back but by the end of the weekend they were all cummed out and I had either sucked all the cum out of there cocks or licked it out of Linda's cunt. 

Our marriage changed after this weekend of lust. I was not allowed to cum in her pussy any more. I could fuck her but she would make me pull out and she would jerk me off into a glass and I was made to drink it back down. Sometimes she would jack me off on her tits and I loved to lick it off. We were married for 2 years and I loved the experience. I ate lots of cum filled pussy and sucked many cocks for her. I wish now that we were still together so I could lick her whore pussy and suck her lover's cock.

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Taught To Enjoy It By My Brother



The boy that I was with had begun kissing me, his lips hard against mine, and eventually I felt his hand against my breast. We were sitting in the back of his car outside my house. Mum and Dad were out but I knew my older brother, Paul, was inside the house. I pressed against the hand showing him that I didn't mind its presence, inviting him to go further until I eventually could feel him undoing the buttons of my blouse. I was horny but the boy was infuriatingly slow and uncertain. 

Finally his cool hands were caressing the top of my breasts and then plucking up courage his hand moved around to undo my bra. As he did I wondered if Paul could actually see into the dark interior of the car from the house. The boy tried and tried to undo it. It was frustrating and eventually I put my hands behind me and did it for him before curling down in his arms again. His hands cupped my tits and his caressing of my bare skin was heating me. My nipples were hard and pleasantly ached and my pussy was pulsing softly. I moved my face to be kissed again so that I didn't have to look at him or make conversation and ground invitingly up against his hand. He was irritatingly slow and soft in his approach. My hand went to his lap and I pressed against his cock. It had to desired effect and he plucked up the courage to slide down to my lap too. 

I slid further down in the seat and he rubbed my mound over the top of my trousers. He seemed to be getting better, making me hornier. I wondered again if my brother was watching. I was scared he was in some ways, but the idea of making him jealous was good. My trousers were open now and I felt a hand slide furtively inside my panties. I lifted eagerly to give him better access and slid my trousers and panties down further, putting my arms round him and kissing him. His fingers found me. I knew I was damp and pushed up further to him as his mouth pressed against mine.

His finger burrowed between my folds and then he stuck it inside. It was okay but I wanted my clit rubbed, instead he simply pushed it in and out. It was both arousing and frustrating. So near yet so far. I couldn't get him to do what I wanted. I couldn't tell him. I began to get drier and it began to feel uncomfortable. I needed my clit rubbed. I needed a good wank really, not this. Eventually I gave up on him and knew I had to get rid of him. I squirmed out of his grasp and pressed his cock. He wanted that and opened his trousers. Still with mine around my thighs I took him in my hand and pumped his hard cock. He didn't last long. His spunk spurted out all over my face and his trousers. Both of us now were in a rush but for different reasons. I pulled up my trousers and fastened the zip as he was busily rubbing his own trousers clean then tried to fasten my blouse. I wanted to be in bed. I wanted to use my own fingers now that he had ignited my need. I knew he was happy now, he wouldn't object. Kissing him quickly I ran up the drive into the house.

Inside the hall I realised I had fastened the buttons up to the wrong holes and was trying to redo them when my brother Paul suddenly appeared. I blushed deeply as we looked at each other in silence for what seemed like ages. "You've been acting like an 18-year-old slut again haven't you?" Blushing scarlet I shook my head and mumbled "No."

"Then why are your clothes so dishevelled? You're like a bitch on heat aren't you?"

"What am I supposed to do? Ask you or Dad?" I shouted in frustration. "Don't get stroppy with me Sis!" 

He grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the lounge. There was nothing I could do but make sure I didn't fall over. He dragged me in front of the sofa and sat down. I stood before him shocked and unable to react as he grabbed my trousers. Without the button fastened my zip gave way and they came down my thighs. As I bent to retrieve them I was pulled over his lap, my hands on the floor. I couldn't do anything, I couldn't get at his hands or even get to my feet as he held me like a naughty child over his knees. I felt my panties being pulled and my trousers fell around my knees. The smack stopped me totally. It was such a shock. My mind hadn't been working and what he would do hadn't occurred to me. Another smack and I began to cry out. I felt demeaned and angry but he didn't stop. Gradually tears came to my eyes with the pain and my anger subsided as I simply adjusted to realising I was not being able to do anything and that he had a right to do what he was doing.

Finally he stopped. I felt as though I was in my own hot little world. My naked buttocks felt hot and tingled excruciatingly. I was breathless and squirmed on his lap still held down. His hands palmed my burning cheeks. They felt good against me, soothing. I just lay there, sensations of heat and touch filling me. Gradually I became aware that his hand cupped my lips, just gently holding and squeezing a little. Until then I hadn't really thought of what he could see, how open I was. My brother was touching my sex. My brother that I had fantasised about doing this very thing as I had fingered myself thinking of him doing that. It was my brother and I should stop but I didn't. My entire mind was focused on his hand and my pussy as I lay in my little mental dream.

"You're wet little Sis."

"Ooooh. Yeees. Please. You'd... better... stop." Instead his fingers began toying with my lips. They slid in my nectar, slid around inside my slippery lips, up to my clit. I jerked. His finger continued to play around my clit, over my lips, coming back, each time coming back. Oh it was good. Was it a dream? I could feel my juices running. With my head hanging over his knee it seemed as though it was happening somewhere else. Other boys hadn't done this. Other boys had made me aroused like this, my brother knew how, my brother was doing it. Soon I was panting. Something pressed against my opening while his finger tips played around my clit. Teasing me, teasing me dreadfully. I pushed back onto it, onto his thumb. I pushed it inside me, inside my tight virgin pussy until it stretched me so wide and filled me.

"Is that what you want Sis?"

"Oh yes. Oh yes." I felt it sliding out and pushed back frantically before it slid back in again far easier now. I was lubricating profusely and squeezing against his thumb as his fingers continued their sweet ministrations. Oh those fingers were so good and they were becoming firmer and firmer. Soon I had no control. I found myself jerking wildly wanting more, wanting to be carried further and further until I crashed into the abyss. Suddenly I was there, body rigid then bucking frantically, being held in place, his fingers and thumb moving faster and faster. I heard gruntings and cries, only gradually realising they were me. As I calmed I became aware that I was gently moving against his fingers and thumb wantonly now. Usually I would stop now but I didn't want to stop with Paul.

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Oh god yes. Oh yes." My voice was so breathless. "Good, you owe me, just remember that. If you get horny in future Sis you are to tell me, understand? I don't want you being a slut out there with others."

"OK Paul. OK."

"What do you feel like now?"

"Oh really good. Like a slut. Your slut."

"Do you like being your brothers slut?"

"Yes. Oh yes." He began to arouse me again. He played me like an instrument, his fingers felt so wonderful. He took me up to another peak, keeping me just on the edge until I begged and begged in the most disgusting manner for him to allow me to cum again. He wasn't like the others, he knew what he was doing, I knew that he could do with me as he wished. My brother had the knack, certainly with me. I wanted what my brother could give me. Finally, when he had decided, I peaked with the most intense orgasm I had had up till then. It left me drained and sweating, like a wet rag over his knees.

He told me to rub cream onto my bottom and sex lips. I did as he told me and climbed into bed as I heard Mum and Dad return. In bed I couldn't believe what had happened. My fantasies had turned into reality. I cupped my sex and slept peacefully.

A few nights later I awoke with a hand over my mouth. I had no idea of the time. It was dark and quiet. I was frightened and lay still. It was Paul. He whispered in my ear to be quiet and still with his hand at my mouth I nodded. I felt the covers move and the touch of his bare leg as he slid in beside me, my heart pounding. He removed his hand and whispered in my ear. "Now its time to repay your debts, Sis." Stupidly I nodded my head in the darkness. It didn't matter. As he leant over and pushed up my T-shirt I felt the unmistakable pressure of his erection against my thigh. I struggled out of my shirt for him and his hands began to fondle my small but pert breasts. Even in the warmth of the bedclothes the nipples were hardening quickly. Within no time there seemed to be a strong connection between my pussy and my breasts, especially when he began to tease my nipples and squeeze them. It almost hurt but it was good, so good. As his mouth nuzzled them his hand went down to my mound. I felt it near so tantalisingly slowly that by the time his fingers were in the thin pubic hair of my mound I was lifting up wanting his touch lower. I was wet. His finger simply slid in on my lubrication deep inside me and then opened, stretching me. I felt the long slow slide of two fingers stretching and hooking around inside me as I held my breath and then let it out suddenly.

As he moved down the bed I wondered what he was doing until I sensed his mouth near my slit, felt the breathing against my clit. He lapped it. I had to fill my mouth quickly with my hand to stop crying out. He did it again and my inability to cry out resulted in my body thrashing more than usual. His arm gripped me in a vice as he took me in an amazing oral journey. I couldn't have imagined that anything could feel so good as his tongue changed shaped and explored all over and even inside my responding womanhood. Realising what was going to quickly happen I took my T-shirt and stuffed as much of it in my mouth as I could. It wasn't a moment too soon. Even under his grip my body arched off the bed and my head thrashed from side to side with me unable to even consider it. Oh god was that good. My pussy was drenched, I must have drowned him as I held his head to me desperately, grinding against him like a mad girl.

Electric sparks were flying all inside me. I lay back in a daze of new found sexual pleasure as I felt him moving over me. Felt his thigh between mine, felt his heat over my body, then the heaviness of his hot hard cock on my stomach. I groaned. Even if I had wanted to I couldn't have stopped him. "Paul I'm your sister. This is wrong you'll have to stop." I don't know why I said it. I wanted my brother to fuck me. I'd have cried as if in bereavement if he had even moved slightly away. Thankfully it didn't matter. His cock moved lower, his hand brought the tip to me and it pushed just between my little girl lips. My breathing was fast and furious but shallow as I lay passive. His knob pushed further. I was scared of the pain. I was scared that I might bleed, but none of it mattered. He mustn't stop, he mustn't.

From a my throat a soft keening came as his virtually inflexible hard flesh pushed deep into me. When he was in fully and my body was almost convulsing due to being stuffed by his hard body I suddenly realised that it had happened without the frightening tearing of flesh that I had believed. Almost sore with the stretching but no more. I began to buck wildly under his body, now squashing my breasts. My face rubbed against his throat, I pushed and pushed against any part of his body I could as I fought desperately not to scream.

His open mouth was on mine as he fucked his little sister and took her virginity as my parents slept down the hallway. My brother weight was on me, my brothers cock was pounding and possessing me as animal like noises came from my throat. A finger forced open my bottom and I came again. Vaguely I felt him leave me, my pussy open still. "No. No." I whimpered almost hysterically. His body moved up the bed, his hands forcing down my face. His cock slid over my cheek stinking of me. I wasn't sure of this, I'd sucked boys, I wanted to be a woman for my brother. He pushed it into my mouth. Tasting myself on his throbbing flesh I sucked as though my life depended on it and soon my mouth filled with his spunk, spurting into my mouth. The taste of my brother mingled with me. I didn't want to swallow or spit out, I wanted to keep it there. I was exhausted, I ached. Soon, however he slid from my arms and left me. I wanted to hold him forever but knew he had to go.

The next day I could hardly walk! My crutch felt as though I had pulled every muscle there, it felt so tender and raw with every movement. I didn't care. It reminded me of my brothers cock. Over the next few days I took every opportunity to brush against him, to touch him even slightly as we watched TV or stood washing up together. I also teased him by wearing short skirts and tight tops or flashing if he was near as I came out of the shower. I wanted to be taken by him again but was frightened to ask.

Eventually, as Mum fussed around and then moved away, we stood next to each other I looked up at him as our bodies touched. "Paul, I'm horny again. I'm desperate. I need you to fuck me." I blushed deeply about saying it. The breathless quality of my whisper would have made me laugh if I had heard anyone else. It sounded so dirty movie-like but god it was real. He told me to go to the summerhouse when I was able to escape. As Mum went to watch TV with Dad I yelled that I was going out and heard her agreement as I was leaving the door. I rushed down the long garden and around the trees until I got to the wooden building. 


Stepping inside I began stripping off all my clothes. I wanted him to see his sister naked. I wanted him to know I was a real slut, really hot for my big brother. Even though I hadn't touched myself my thighs were sticky by the time he arrived. I threw my nakedness into his arms as soon as he entered, rubbing my skin against him. He laughed and called me a wicked incestuous slut. As he kissed me his hand took my pussy and I rocked on his fingers as we stood. He laughed again at the wetness of my pussy, I was both embarrassed and aroused but he seemed happy that I was so ready. When let off his fingers I dragged his trousers down and sucked him greedily into my mouth. He was hard for me. He wanted me too. He liked looking at me and got excited too. His hand took my hair and inched me off him as I groaned my disapproval though he then moved us both over to a lounger. He kicked his trousers off and just in his T-shirt sat down with a leg over each side. His cock was huge and dark. I couldn't take my eyes off it.

"Come on then. You can do the work as you want it." I didn't know what to do but plucked up courage and squatted above him. Blushing red I looked down at him. "Take it and slip in inside." I reached out and touched it, it twitched in my hand. I didn't want to hurt him but he made me pull it upright. Biting my tongue I lowered myself to it, eagerness overcoming my fear. I lowered further and felt it widen my pussy into a big 'O' then gasped as my inside spread to accept it. It was in so deep! My hands were on his hips as I was spread over him, only gradually allowing more to enter me. The gasps must surely be coming from my mouth. I moved my hands to his hard chest loving the feeling of exhibiting my nakedness.

"Do I look nice? Do you like seeing me without any clothes on?" He lay with his hands behind his head looking up at me. "Yes. You look like a slut." I laughed and then groaned as I pulled up and down him. "I want to get you excited. I want to look like a slut for you. I am your slut aren't I?" He nodded, grinning. "Am I a dirty enough slut for you?"

"Oh yes, I like you dirty, and you are getting dirtier." He thrust up inside me letting me know he could take over the control whenever he wanted. I realised I could grind my clit against him at each downward stroke. "Not many sluts are desperate to fuck their big brother are they? Will you make me really dirty?"

"Oh yes. That's what you're made for aren't you?"

"Yes. Yes."

He lay looking at me as I rode his cock, as I got used to being able to use it. I wanted him to enjoy it as much as I was but I didn't know exactly what to do though he appeared to be enjoying it. He was so big in me but making me so wet and slippery it wasn't a problem, quite the reverse. I loved the feeling of being filled by him. He told me to play with my tits and I found I could do it as well as moving up and down on him. He liked looking at me and I loved it him doing it. I could smell my juices and noises came from me down there and more and more frequently from my mouth. Soon I was moving up and down his slippery pole faster and faster, my little tits were moving up and down as I did. God it felt good. I could feel the uprushing climax. It was going to overtake me and i wanted to drown in the sensations. Oh he was good. It hit and I felt his arms hold me and stop me falling. 

Shaking and spasming still I lay contentedly against his chest with my hair stuck to my damp face. It was as though I could hear my heart pounding as I lay feeling his hot body and his breathing. I felt his hands on my back then over my stretched buttocks and then touching my wide lips where his cock was still opening me. He played around my wetness and began pumping into me as a lay passive on him. I felt his fingers go up to my bottom and play over my private hole there. It felt strange and exciting as he fucked me. The finger slid into me as it had done the previous time, slippery and beautifully dirty. My clit was rubbing on him and his thick cock was taking me. I felt like a rag doll as he fucked my passive body, my legs stretched wide allowing him free and easy access, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest. He began making deep throaty noises and his rhythm of fucking me became erratic and then I suddenly realised he was coming inside my pussy as it filled with hot liquids. I came again. Saliva was escaping from my mouth as I grunted into him, then we lay resting for long minutes.

After I loved the squelchy feel of my lips with his spunk slowly escaping me. It was as if the were oiled and being gently rubbed all the time I moved. I stayed so aroused after even though I had cum twice on my brothers cock already. 

Luckily my period came again in the next few days. Paul had made me go the the family planning clinic and I had got the pill so things were easier and I would be able to feel his spunk in me again.

I hadn't realised the addictive nature of sex. After those two first sessions I wanted it more and more. In fact so much so that I wondered if there was something wrong with me but Paul admitted that he wanted to fuck me just as much. Maybe because of this we teased each other mercilessly when we couldn't do it. I'd take off my bra in my room and open my top, flashing him for quick moments when Mum or Dad weren't watching, or I would surreptitiously rub against him with my hand and feel him getting hard before I giggled and moved away. He threatened to spank me again which made me shudder with excitement. Of course he teased me by touching my tits or running his hand up inside my thigh and touching me through my panties. Once he even got his hugely erect cock out and rubbed it behind Mum's back. I always felt so horny and usually quite wet when we were together.

My period was out of the way by the weekend and I wanted to do it again. I felt that I couldn't stop thinking about it. On Saturday morning I helped Mum with lunch and then I knew that they were going out shopping for a dress for Mum to go out for dinner. I was on tenterhooks all morning thinking that I would be alone with Paul. I couldn't settle and didn't know what to do with myself until I watched them driving down the road. I ran to my room and pulled of my top and jeans, just leaving on my underwear. I knew I was being a bit of a slut but I ran down to the lounge and stopped outside the door before slowly wandering in. I felt flushed with both excitement and embarrassment as Paul saw me from his position on the sofa as he read. It had the desired effect.




Taught To Enjoy It By My Brother



"What the hell are you up to?" He grinned and stood. "I was just... Well I .... I'm horny Paul. I want it again. Don't you?"

"Well I might." He teased. He came over to me and slid my bra straps over my shoulders. "You are becoming a bit of a slut aren't you?" We were standing close. "Oh yes. I am. I like it." I laughed but I was concerned that he wouldn't like me being like it. "Don't you want me to be like this?"

"Oh yes its fine. Yes. I like my Sister being a naughty slut." My breasts popped out of the top of my bra. My pink nipples were hard and I felt the movement as they jumped out of the tight material. I certainly felt naughty. His hands covered them and I put up my mouth to be kissed. His mouth opened mine and his tongue went inside me again as his hands did wonderful things to my breasts. I reached behind and unfastened the bra and let it fall and his hand moved down inside my panties. I leant against him as he found out how wet I was, as his fingers began rubbing me. It took no time before he made me gasp.

He turned me and sat me on the sofa, right on the edge. In fact he pulled me over the edge and spread my legs wide. I resisted in embarrassment for a moment. "I want to look at you. Stop it. I want to look at your tits and your cunt."

"That's such a dirty word."

"Yes. Don't you want to be dirty Sis?"

"Oh yes. Do you like looking at me naked Paul? I like you looking, it makes me hot."

"Yes. You are wonderful without clothes on. Much better. I want you like this whenever you can just so I see you naked for me." I was so pleased by this and I opened my legs wide for him to see more of me. My little titties were rising and falling. His fingers went to my pussy, my cunt. Cunt, it sounded far dirty than pussy. It was a much dirtier word. My cunt. I groaned slightly and pushed onto them. He moved nearer. "Oh yes I want to be naughty for you."

"What do you want naughty girl?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Whose cock do you want?" Yours. Your cock."

"But I'm your brother. You shouldn't be wanting to fuck your brother should you?"

"No, but I do. I want my brother to fuck me. I do. I do. I want my brothers cock in my cunt. Oh God." It made it better being my brother. It was shameful and dirty. I was so near. It was so good being dirty, being a slut for my brother. His face moved up my thighs. "Is that all you want?"

"Will you lick me again? Please. I want my big brother to lick my cunt again like he did before and make me cum."

His hands took a buttock each and his face slid up to me. I couldn't believe that he wanted to but it was so good as he lapped my juices over my clit and played around in my cunt. In my cunt. His mouth was so good. He delved and poked around and lapped over my clit until I was screaming and cumming in his face, grinding me against him, holding my bucking body. He moved away and stood. I watched him undressing as my cunt throbbed. I looked at his cock. It was so hard. I could see the veins standing out along it and the knob all shiny. When he knelt down again he turned me over so that I was kneeling in front of him and my tits rubbing against the front of the cushions. My back was arched and I knew he would be able to see my pounding cunt lips from behind. Suddenly he sank in me. Into my cunt, deeply, opening me wide, filling me. I wanted it so much. He began to push in and out. It felt good in this position. I had seen dogs do it like this. I felt like a bitch, like a mare to his stallion. I moved a hand below me and felt him, felt his cock pushing in and out of my big lips. I rubbed myself and felt that slippery cock going into my little body. 

He fucked hard and savagely pulling me nearer again, then suddenly stopped. "Its OK. Cum in me." He ignored me and then fucked again until I was groaning loudly before he stopped again. I realised what he was doing, he was teasing me. "Please. Please. Don't stop." He continued to ignore me until he decided I could take more and brought me to the edge over and over until I was crying and screaming in frustration. He pushed deeper and deeper in me as my insides clung to him. I expected him to stop again but this time he didn't. I was getting nearer and nearer and desperate that he continue. I was crying and calling out disgusting things and he didn't stop. He really fucked me. I screamed loud as I came and gradually realised that he had stopped even though he was still in me. I was soaked and as my thighs felt liquids running down them I knew he had cum too.

After I lay on the sofa and sucked him even though I could taste myself, his hand was on my tits and I played with the wetness in me. I felt him move my thighs wide so that he could watch me. I wanted him to see. One of my hands was exploring over his cock and balls as I sucked on him. I could have stayed like that for ever. His cock was getting hard again. It was magical the way it seemed to rise, change from the softness to real steel-like hardness. I began to really give him a good hand job as I kissed and sucked his knob. It felt good and I knew he was enjoying it from the things he said as I did it, the really dirty things he said to me. My fingers were frigging my spunk-covered clit roughly now and I sank them deep inside pulling more out onto me as he squeezed my tits. I knew he was going to cum again. I wanted him to, I wanted him to cum in my mouth and then he did. Oh it was so amazing having my brother's semen exploding into my mouth. It made me cum too.

I just couldn't get enough of him after that. I especially loved it when he took me behind like some dog. We fucked at every opportunity. I'd go into room at night; we fucked downstairs when our parents went out. I stripped for him whenever I could, I knew he liked my body and seeing me naked for him and it was especially good stripping whilst he was dressed it made it more wicked somehow. I even wore no underwear under my skirts at times so I could flash for him properly and sometimes he would finger me quickly, generally having to leave me desperate before we were found.

One time in the middle of the night in Paul's bedroom I was laying with him playing with my slippery cunt with the sidelight on so that he could see better. He was keeping me charged up and enjoying his control over my constant need. One finger tip was opening my bottom slightly, making me constantly aware of it. "You like me touching your bottom don't you naughty little slut?"

"Mmmm. Yes." Embarrassed I pressed my face to his chest. "Do you want to be really dirty Sis?"

"Yes." Said into his chest breathlessly. "Yes."

"I've fucked your cunt, haven't I?"

"Yes, you've fucked your sister's cunt Paul."

"And I've fucked your mouth?"

"Yes. You've fucked your sisters mouth."

"I want to fuck your bottom. Are you up for that?"

"What? In my bottom? Do people really do that?"

"Yes. Not often but they do."

"That is really dirty. I guess."

"It will hurt a bit at first though. You should know that."

"You hurt before, smacking me and my cunt often feels sore, but it's always good. Do you want to? Does the idea excite you?"

"Yes. I want to fuck your arse Sis." Arse. Again more dirty words. "OK. What do I do?"

He sent me for some Vaseline. I padded naked back to him with the jar. Then he positioned me on the bed on my knees, my back arched, my buttocks thrust high. My arse thrust high. I spread my legs. It always felt really rude presenting myself to him like this. I always knew what he could see and my cunt lips had felt big and thick and wet, as I had walked. Now they were pushed up for him again.

His fingers took me back to near my peak again and then he brought my fingers to do it as he watched. That always made me even hotter touching myself and being seen. "You must always keep wanking yourself. Whatever happens, even if you cum you must get back to it as quickly as you can."

"Yes." My chest felt tight in excitement and fear. I felt the cool oily touch of Vaseline on the crater of my stretched anus. It stopped my fingers for a moment before I remembered what he told me to do. More Vaseline and then the touch of his finger tip playing before it punctured my tight bottom. It was tight with my tension. He wormed away for a while constantly placing more of the slimy substance on and now in me. It pushed deeper and a moan escaped into the pillow as discomfort came and then dissipated. I must have looked disgusting to him. Soon his finger was fucking me there, pushing in and out further and harder as I felt my muscular ring relax. It felt so strange but it was exciting and the constant touching of my clit meant I was reaching higher again. My bottom felt slippery and open, another finger joined the first causing discomfort to return again but seemed now to add to the pleasure. Two fingers finger fucking my arse as I knelt thrusting high for my brother and fingered my own clit at his direction. Suddenly and quite unexpectedly I came.

His slimy fingers never stopped as I grunted my pleasure and then calmed slightly. The pillow was wet from some tears and the saliva dribbling from my mouth. He was relentlessly stretching and fucking my opening. It felt so open, so large now. My entire lower region felt full of sensation, part pain, but mainly and obviously pleasure. My tits felt tight and my nipples enormous, my fingers against my cunt almost too much.

I felt the bed move under my knees, felt his body move around me to my rear, his hand on my buttocks, his knees gentling mine further apart for him. I felt the dome of his cock against me. It felt big, oh god it felt big even though I had been well and truly stretched. As it pushed I tried to push back as I was told but it was hard. The pressure was relentless and it suddenly popped through into me and I half cried out. It was so big. I felt sweat on my body as his cock possessed me there, unmoving until I adjusted. My fingers began again. My breathing turned back on. He slid further in and I was so utterly full of my brothers buggering cock. My head had risen off the pillow and bent upwards as a silent cry came from me. It was as though I could feel each movement magnified as he slid back again, then up deep into me. Would it come out of my mouth? My internal organs felt pushed. I dropped my head again and held the pillow tightly against my mouth as I grunted uncontrollably as he began a rhythmic movement. Nothing had possessed me like this, I had never felt so submissive. It wasn't anything like being fucked normally, though my mind couldn't take anything in apart from the fact that his cock was deep up my arse and fucking my in that slippery hole.

Told to put my fingers inside myself I did as was ordered. I was so tight there with the pressure of his cock in my other hole. I could feel his thick cock through the thin walls of skin inside me. I could feel his cock with my fingers as it slid in and out of me. My vagina was pumping liquids around my fingers, things began to blur. He fucked me. My brother fucked my arse. I felt myself spasming on the brink and then he came. I could feel the sudden wet heat inside me and that was all too much. My body caved into the most extreme orgasm I had had until then.

After he had told me to keep in place. God I couldn't move anyway. I stayed knelt and presenting myself as he left and my body still shook with after glows. He came back smelling of soap and began to wipe me with tissues and rubbed cream on me. He was so gentle and tender with me. He cleaned me so nicely. 

My rear opening felt so wide and open still as I lay in his arms. I certainly had a sting in my tail. "Paul don't leave me."

"What are you talking about Sis?"

"Boys tend to leave the girls when they have got what they want from them. You wont will you?"

"Don't be silly Sis. I'll not leave you. Even when you're married I'll make sure I fuck you. I'll tell you to come to me and you'll undress for your brother and we'll fuck and fuck, always. You'll even think of your brothers cock in me when your husband fucks you."

"Oh yes." I felt my body shudder. I always wanted this. "you don't mind me being such a disgusting slut do you?"

"God no. I love my little slut-Sis and don't want her to change. We'll find naughtier things too." He laughed softly as he held me. "Naughty than buggering me?"

"Perhaps. How do you feel about me watching you fuck someone?"

"No. I want you."

"But would you do that for me? Would you do it so I could see what you look like? Would it excite you to be so naughty that you were willing to be fucked just 'cos I wanted to watch?" My body was hotter now. "I cant imagine doing that." But my mind was actually doing that as I lied. "I think you can." He laughed then kissed me. "I think I know you a little by now."

"But we couldn't. There isn't anyone. They'd find out about us."

"Cousin Dan comes next weekend."

"Oh my God he's a whimp! I couldn't fancy him at all. And he's my cousin!" Softly he laughed out aloud then. "Good. I don't want you fancying someone else." That made me glow with pride and satisfaction. "Fucking your cousin may not be as bad as fucking your brother in every orifice you possess but its still incest. I want to see you being fucked you disgustingly naughty girl. And then take you myself."

"You'd hate me."

"No I wouldn't. It would almost make me cum without you doing anything."

Trying hard not to think I lay there feeling my body pump the blood around. Feeling the pumping in my tits and cunt. Feeling my face hot against his cool chest. God I wanted more! I really was a slut. I pressed myself against my brothers body. My tits against his chest, my stomach against his clean smelling and hard again cock. My fingers slid between us and I held that piece of flesh that, too, carried my genes and that I lived for. "When is he coming?" I felt the flesh that possessed me in every possible way twitch in my hand and an echoing tightness in my belly.



Taught to Like Foot Sniffing



As the van cruised the streets it parked near the bus station. There was the perfect target. A young male around 18 or so with his back pack and ragged clothes stood alone outside smoking all alone. He was not from here, that's for sure. The two women inside the van pulled up to him.

"Killing time between busses I'll bet," the smiling short haired blonde in the passenger seat asked smiling.

Peeking in to the window past the short haired blonde who asked him, to the long dark haired beauty he smiled brightly.

"You guessed it lady. My bus won't be here until noon tomorrow. I'm tired and starving. Two guys rolled me last stop. The got my wallet, Walkman, and all my cash."

His sad story was better than the two women had hoped for. This wasn't the first time they'd picked up unsuspecting guys to use and abuse. He looked pathetic enough. They decided to go for it.

"Well hon," the blonde soothed, "hop in, the least we could do is invite you to our place and let you wash up and rest. Who knows, you might even get a decent meal out of the deal."

"Wow," exclaimed the young man, "that would be the best thing that happened to me in a long time. I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you though, as I said, I got robbed."

"Don't sweat it," the dark haired woman smiled adding, "I'm sure we can think of something."

After climbing in the back the van drove off. The blonde said, "I'm Amy and she's Carol. We'll head to our place and chill." She lit a joint and handed it back to him.

"Alrighty then," he smiled. "I'm Jeff from Seattle." He drew heavy on the weed before passing it to Carol. "I'm heading for Texas, at least some day."

Carol pretended to smoke then passed the joint on to Amy. Amy was used to the added drug the joint had been soaked in. She should be, since Carol got her addicted. Amy was dedicated to Carol as her pet. She'd do anything to please Carol including seducing strangers with drugs into also surrendering control to become slaves to Carol.

By the time they reached the secluded ranch style house, Jeff was light headed. The women almost had to carry him in, each one with his arm over her shoulder. In his stoned condition it was a snap coaxing his clothes off. Once naked he was sat on a short piano bench. Amy cuffed his hand behind his back as he smiled at her. Next she tied his legs open at the ankles to the legs of the bench. Before he knew it, Jeff was completely helpless, much to Amy's delight.

Carol to Amy to prepare herself. That meant for her to strip, get some nipple clamps from the toy box and stand head bowed. When she did, Carol took one set of clamps from Amy and snapped them on the girls already hard nipples. "Thank you Ma'am" Amy whispered. She'd been tortured on her breasts before to amuse Carol. The clamps still hurt her, but she'd learned to endure.

"Now strip me slut," Carol ordered. 

Amy slowly and carefully undressed Carol. She removed her blouse and exposed the bra less orbs. Knowingly she softly mouthed the breasts until both nipples were excited and hard. Then she unbuttoned Carol's shorts. Kneeling before her, Amy slowly tugged them toward the floor. She kissed Carol's hips softly then crawled behind her to spread and lick her ass. Her slave mouth continued south. She paid oral homage to those smooth shapely thighs and taught legs. She started to kiss the tops of Carol's well-worn sneakers but was forbidden. "Those are for him, my pet," Carol hissed. As each foot was lifted Amy removed the shorts. Carol sat on the sofa, spread her legs and simply nodded. Amy tongued Carol's pussy to a satisfying orgasm. All the while, Jeff watched through glazed eyes unable to do little else.

"Good girl," Carol sighed, "Now sit on the bench behind you new brother and we shall begin his training."

Amy sat on the bench with Jeff between her legs. She kissed and licked his ears. He responded as they all did, with total acceptance. Amy kissed his neck. She ran her fingers teasingly through his hair. As expected her advances soon brought blood to his cock head. She slid her hands down his body, tweaking his nipples as she did. Her small soft hands soon fondled his dick bringing a wanton groan from him.

"Feel good honey," she whispered in his ears. "Let me make you feel real good," Amy hissed. "Feel me close to you. Feel my hand stroke you lovely cock as I play with you bloated balls."

Jeff moaned and his cock danced in her hands. Amy looked up to see Carol smiling at her actions. She poured it on. She got up, knelt between them and sank her lips to his straining dick. Slowly she bobbed her mouth up and down on it. Then she grabbed the base of it and licked the slit and the underside of his throbbing head. Jeff's stomach rolled and churned. Even in his drugged state, her cock sucking was more than turning him on. He tried to lift his hips to force his shaft into her mouth. His bonds prevented it. She teased him to near orgasm then stopped. As his breathing became normal, she'd start her oral tease again. Over and over this went on until she felt a gentle nudge of Carol's shoe on her back.

Again Amy sat behind Jeff on the bench. Carol extended a foot, and Amy removed the sneaker. The room filled with foot funk. Carol intentionally wore those nasty sneakers all day without socks. They both knew how much her feet sweated any way. Without socks, in these filthy shoes, it didn't take long to create the horrid scent.

Holding the warm sneaker hard over Jeff's nose, Amy again fondled is cock with her other hand. The smell invaded his nostrils. He twisted his head in defense. Amy released his cock. She put the foul sneaker to his face again and resumed teasing his hardness. Soon Jeff accepted the stink just to feel her hand. The training continued until she guessed he'd got used to the scent. She dropped the shoe, and his cock. He groaned for her touch. Carol raised her other foot and soon that shoe was held to his nose. This time he sniffed deeply awaiting Amy's hand on his cock. It didn't happen. Instead she began to kiss and lick his ear lobe. He sucked in air and shoe stink deeply as she did that. Then her soft oral instructions began to fill his ear.

"Good boy Jeff, that's a good boy. Sniff deep into that sneaker. Learn to enjoy that special scent. Carol worked hard today just to create such a wonderful treat for your nose. She's watching and listening to you right now Jeff as you sniff her foot stench. Make her pleased with your efforts Jeff. If you do, I'll reward you and play with your little dickie again."

That did it. Jeff sniffed hard and deep several times. Each time louder than the last. His head spun yet her voice somehow compelled him to want to please Carol, even more than his desire to feel Amy's touch at his cock. The women knew the training was going fine. After more than an hour, with some reinforcing teasing, Amy removed the shoe. It was then that Carol lifted her moist sweaty foot to his face.

"Sniff her foot," Amy whispered in his ear. "Please her by showing her you love the scent of her dirty feet." Again Amy added plenty cock teasing to reinforce her words. Jeff responded perfectly. Carol would hold her foot away from his nose and move it from left to right. Jeff twisted and his nose followed sniffing the air. Carol smiled at his devotion to her feet. She held her sole close to his face. Amy then kissed his ear and softly said, "Extend your tongue Jeff." The boy obeyed immediately and Carol slid her sole over it. The taste of her foot was salty but welcome. Jeff began on his own to lick the dirt and lint from her sole. Amy still played with him but less and less now. Jeff had taken the bait and was already dedicated to serving Carol's feet. As she spread her toes, without warning his tongue swiped up the moist toe jam there. Amy began to fondle and twist and tug at his nipples. He didn't flinch or stop eating Carol's toe treats. He merely whimpered when Amy snapped the sharp alligator clamps to his nipples. He was too involved in sucking each and every toe in his face. 

His cock bobbed and throbbed but Jeff soon forgot its needs. His only concern now was obeying the drumming voice in his ear as Amy repeated, "You love Carol's feet, You need her feet. You crave to mouth bathe her feet at any time in any condition to please Carol. Your comfort or pleasure is of no matter, only Carols. You only way of pleasing her is to have your mouth servicing her feet. This is you sex life from now own Jeff. Her feet are you girlfriend from now on. You won't be able to orgasm or even attain an erection without having her feet in your slave mouth. You are in love with her feet. They are your life. Please Carol. Worship Carol's feet. Make Carol's beautiful feet happy. You love Carol's feet. You need her feet.

Soon Amy stood up and walked behind Carol. She knowingly began massaging Carol's breasts. She'd done her job. Another foot slave would now take over the oral worshipping of Carol's feet.

Meanwhile, Carol nearly didn't even notice Amy's hands. She was too busy using her own hand stroking her clit to orgasm.

THE END. 



Taught to Love Cum



18 years ago my ex girlfriend Sherrie taught me to love cum. I was a naive 19 year old and she was an experienced 25 years old. I knew when we started dating that she was seeing another guy (Rob) and it bothered me but added to the excitement. 

One night we had arranged to meet at her apartment at 9pm for sex. I let myself in and met her in the bedroom where she was already naked. She loved to be eaten out and asked me to lie back so she grinds her pussy on my face. She said "I have a surprise for you" and just as I was about to ask what she ground against my open mouth. I felt warm, sticky and salty liquid flow into my mouth in globs as she ground against my face. I continued to lick not knowing what to think of the new taste. The more I licked her, the more I liked the taste and just then she came all over my face and rolled off. She came up to kiss me and asked if I liked licking Rob's cum from her pussy. 

I said "What the..." and she interrupted reminding me that I must've liked it. I reluctantly agreed that it excited me to lick another man's cum from her pussy. She then admitted to me that many times we had sex were right after Rob had left. Until tonight she had always cleaned herself up but tonight she had changed her mind. We then had sex and fell asleep.

After continuing like this for a couple of months Sherrie said she wanted to spice things up a bit. She called me at work and was talking nasty all day about how excited she was for our kinky night. She told me to be there at 5pm for the fun. I could hardly control myself all day and I was walking around hard all day.

I got there and let myself in the back door and I heard her call me into the room. I got naked and walked in and to my surprise Rob was just putting his cock in her. She told me to sit down and wait because she wanted to make sure I was able to clean her out right after he came. I found out later that she mentioned it to Rob when he got there and he said he would like to watch me lick her clean.

He came inside her and then she squatted over my face and I licked the oozing cum out of her sopping wet pussy. I was so hard and so turned on and she came twice while I licked her clean. As I finished licking her I saw Rob climbing over me and he pushed her down to a doggy style while I was licking her. He entered her from behind while I licked her pussy. I started to climb out and Sherrie told me to keep licking and Rob told me to make sure I licked his shaft while I was down there. I did as I was told until he came in her and then he pulled out and told me to clean off his cock. I did as I was told and realized I liked being submissive. As I was cleaning Sherrie he got dressed and told us that he would be back Friday night at 7pm for some more fun.

After Sherrie was clean she told me I could fuck her if I was willing to lick her clean afterwards. I was so horny that I agreed but after Cumming I chickened out. So as I lay down she crawled up on me and wrapped her muscular legs around my head and commanded me to lick and I did. I never realized how much I came until I licked her clean. It was equal to both times for Rob.

Over that week Sherrie loved making me her submissive guy and I loved it. I did everything she said and she told me it was a warm up for the weekend.

I was not sure about Friday evening but I was still very turned on waiting for it. I got there about 7pm on Friday as instructed and went in. There was Sherrie dirty dancing for several guys who were all naked. There must've been 5 guys there who were friends of Rob's. One guy said "Here comes our little cum licker". Sherrie sat on the guy's cock she was dancing for and told me to come over and lick her as she bounced up and down on his hard cock. I licked his balls, shaft and her pussy and they even had me suck him when he fell out of her pussy one time. She was sucking on another guy and the first guy came inside her with a grunt and let his cum squirting cock slip out. Sherrie immediately pushed my head down to take his cock in my mouth as he finished Cumming and then lick her clean. I couldn't believe I had just eaten cum straight from his cock.

She climbed off of him and climbed onto Rob and had me in the same position. I licked his balls and cock until he came inside her. I then cleaned his cock off and her pussy again. This continued on for each guy until they all came in her and then she told me to suck on 2 of the guys and make them hard. I did as I was told and had one guy in my hand and the other in my mouth. One guy went over to fuck her and told me to keep sucking him. I kept sucking and was really getting into it. I was deep throating his 6 1/2 inch cock and didn't realize they were all watching me. He grunted and filled my mouth with cum and they all clapped. Sherrie told me I was such a good cum slut and came over to kiss me. 

This went on all weekend. Some of the left for a while and came back but by the end of the weekend they were all cummed out and I had either sucked all the cum out of there cocks or licked it out of Sherrie's pussy. 

Our relationship changed at this point. I was not allowed to cum and when I did she jerked me off into a cup and made me drink it down. Sometimes I was allowed to cum on her tits and lick it all off.

We went out for 18 months and I loved the experience. I ate lots of cum filled pussy and sucked cock. Both new experiences for an inexperienced man. I wish now that we were still together and I could be dominated this way again. 



Taught to Purr



A crystal tumbler and a champagne flute; broken glass, left sparkling among the grotto rocks. Presumably dropped by her cousin and her non-English-speaking bit-on-the-side last night when the patrol soldiers arrived. The hotel staff clearly hadn't checked the area, not expecting anyone to have disobeyed the curfew.

Alexa nudged a crystal shard with her toe, then quickly withdrew, curling up on the ledge with her own glass in her hand. The lanterns in the grotto made the pink liqueur glow, casting a pale tint over her white skin and chiffon dress. She took another sip, rapping the glass silently with a finger in a blurred combination of anger and nerves.

It was well after curfew. That damned curfew that had been imposed on the resort town after rumours spread of armed clashes at the border; the inevitable risk of holidaying in unstable countries. Alexa's stubborn logic had led her to believe she had the right to be there because there was nowhere else for her to go; if there was any trouble, she would blame her semi-alcoholic cousin for kicking her out of their room so she could fuck her foreign toyboy. For the third time that day.

He wasn't even attractive, she mused, shuddering. Vain. Too much hair gel. Probably on steroids.

Thanks to him, Alexa had been dismissed from the room at half ten, after sunset, with nowhere to go and no one for company. Just a daiquiri. The grotto was too far from the main complex to be exempt from the town's curfew, and being on the edge of town it was near the patrol grounds. She felt safe from encounters with the soldiers though, as long as she was quiet; her cousin must have been asking for it, she knew how loud that bitch could be. She downed the remainder of the cocktail at the thought, then carefully put the glass down in the middle of the shards.

In mocking response to her feelings of reassurance, a sudden noise made her freeze. She warily turned her head to look towards the entrance steps, and could make out a shadow moving down the steps from the forest above. He paused in the light of one of the lanterns, frowning as he tried to reattach the strap to his rifle. She recognized him; some of the British troops who were posted at the army base near the capital city had been dragged into protecting the tourist towns. This particular soldier spent a lot of time in the hotel bar during his time off, and she hadn't been able to help noticing him on occasion. He had just been leaving the bar when she arrived there that evening; he had held the door open for her, smiled vaguely at her. 

Now with the daiquiri in her veins, she paid closer attention to his physique. He was tall and well-built, his khaki tank top emphasising impressive biceps and torso. His hair was light, reddish, and cut short; she couldn't see his face clearly right then. Dressed all in white, she waited nervously to be spotted; it only took a couple of minutes. Clearly taken aback, he raised the rifle sharply and shouted at her to stand up. His tone was threatening; he had been caught off-guard and clearly was not happy about it. She obeyed, getting to her feet somewhat unsteadily, her eyes now as wide as a doe's. He came closer and slight recognition crossed over his face. He let the rifle drop to his side.

'You're from the hotel, aren't you?'

She nodded again. His face was handsome. 

'Then I should escort you back before anyone else finds you. You shouldn't be out here. Understand?'

He was fierce, his voice gruff. His gaze was intense. Now alongside her, he reached out and seized her face roughly to make her look right at him. She growled defensively and tried to move back; he grabbed for her arm and she stumbled back, crying out as he advanced and locked his arm around her waist. She twisted and bit his shoulder in panic. Shocked, he grunted in pain and pushed her away, so hard that she stumbled and fell into the pool before she could grab hold of anything. She resurfaced quickly, gasping, and hauled herself out, closer to the exit than the soldier but too shaken to run.

'Wildcat, you are,' the soldier commented. She couldn't tell if his tone was malicious or amused. 'Going to calm down for me?'

Eyes cast down, she stood shivering, her arms wrapped around herself in shyness of the transparency of her wet dress. The material was so thin that little was left to imagination. Her nipples, erect with cold, showed through clearly. When she didn't respond to him, he came closer again. Watching her face from the corner of his eye, he reached out and lightly brushed his thumb over one of her nipples. A small sound of weak protest caught in her throat as she unwillingly looked back up at him. Now staring directly into her eyes, he gently massaged her nipple through the material, his other hand straying to caress her other breast. An intake of breath from her and the sight of her pupils dilating was enough encouragement for him. He slid both hands up to her shoulders and pushed the dress straps off, slowly pulling the top of the dress down until her breasts were exposed to him.

'Bit tamer now, aren't you?' he murmured. His hands holding her waist, he leaned down and let his tongue flick over her hard nipples, licking and sucking on one then the other. She let out a quiet whimper at the sensation, feeling the tingling pleasure spread and heat her body up. When he slowly released her breasts, he gently kissed her on the lips before pulling her dress back up, so she was covered again, and stepping away. She stared at him in surprise, and a sound like a small whine escaped her throat at the loss of his touch. In spite of herself, she had fixed her eyes on him, hungrily, pleadingly, and took a step towards him without realising. 

'What is it?' he asked softly. 'Are you wanting something...?'

He didn't move though; his voice was deliberately enticing, an implicit order for Alexa to go to him. Her subconscious obeyed and she walked right up to him, her hands on his chest, lightly pressing her body against his, and strained upwards, trying to kiss him. He kept his head up, though, too tall for her, and repeated his question in a heavily seductive tone.

'What? What is it you want?'

'Kiss me?' Her voice was timid but insistent at the same time.

Satisfied with the cue, he leaned down and caught her mouth with his. Less gentle than before, he seized the back of her neck so she couldn't pull away and drew her closer towards him, forcing her mouth wide open for his tongue to explore deeply. She moaned helplessly in pleasure. As she did, he seized her hair and roughly pulled her head back so she was looking directly up at him. His other hand strayed downwards and she heard him undoing his trousers.

'I could very easily turn you in. For being out here.'

The implication in the warning was obvious, but she hesitated. He regarded her carefully then forced her down onto her knees, still gripping her hair tightly, and pulled his hard cock out in front of her, stroking it slowly. Feeling increasingly vulnerable, she continued to hesitate until he grew impatient and pushed her head forwards. Obediently, she took hold of his cock and ran her tongue along the length, flicking her tongue over the tip before engulfing it in her mouth. She built a steady rhythm with both her hand and mouth, and glanced up at him tentatively for any sign of approval. His eyes were closed, but his hands clasped her head firmly to prevent her from stopping. A moan rose in his throat and without warning he forced her head further forward, forcing her to take his entire cock in her mouth. Caught off-guard, she instantly gagged violently and broke free of his grip, crawling away, coughing and trying to regain her breath. He came down onto the ground after her, catching hold of her leg to keep her still and hushing her softly. As he spoke to her, his hand stroked her leg, higher each time, reaching under her dress. His touch and voice had the desired effect, and she calmed down, afraid of him and mesmerized at the same time. His hand brushed over the material of her underwear and she tensed with a small intake of breath.

'Sensitive?' He slipped his fingers under the material and gently let his fingers explore her warm pussy, stroking and teasing, dipping his fingers in and out. She gasped as his forefinger lightly began rubbing her clitoris and let out a trembling moan. He withdrew his hand and tugged at her soaked dress, eventually succeeding in tearing it off her and tossing it to the side along with his own top. Gathering her in his arms he pulled her against his chest, pinning her arms behind her, and then let his hand stray back down. She whimpered again as he pushed the thong aside and played gently with her clitoris. 'Pussycat...' he breathed in her ear in response to the sounds escaping her. The pleasure was making her relax, and she instinctively curled up closer to him, completely forgetting the situation itself. Liking her reaction, but not fully satisfied with it, he eased away from her and kissed down her body until he reached the edge of her thong. Holding the material to one side, he kept his eyes on her face as he slowly ran his tongue around her pussy, snaking around it and back to her clitoris. As he teased her with light, fluttering licks, she began to breathe faster and her moans became louder and less timid, until she was gripping the rocks tightly in her fists, head thrown back, gasping and moaning with no restraint. As he slowly raised his head again, his mouth glistening with her juices, he pushed two fingers deep inside her. She held his gaze without blinking, her cheeks flushed.

With military swiftness, he disposed of the remainder of his clothes and wasted no time in removing her thong, then roughly dragged her around until she was on all fours with her ass directly in front of him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he positioned himself behind her and tantalizingly rubbed his cock against her wet pussy. By this point mad with desire and excitement, she couldn't help but push back against him, half rising up and looking over her shoulder. Holding her firmly like that, he watched the pleasure sweep across her face as he entered her. He moved slowly at first, as deep as he could, filling her, then nearly completely withdrawing again. She moaned weakly at first, but increased in volume and became more strident as he began to thrust faster. Taking hold of her neck, he pulled her head up and turned her face towards his own, kissing and then biting down on her lower lip. Her mind was a blur; she made no resistance to him or his silent, physical commands. Building up speed, he suddenly thrust into her harder than before and simultaneously bit down mercilessly on her lip, making her half scream in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He slowed down after her cry and carefully released her lip, withdrawing from her, and making her twist around and clutch at him in disappointment.

She wasn't sure at what point he pushed her, or how she avoided hitting the rocks, but she next found herself thrown back into the pool. Not a strong swimmer, she pushed herself across to the other side to have rocks to hold onto, and watched the soldier as he slid into the pool and caught up with her in but a few strokes. With the sort of flawless skill that implied he was not new to this situation, he found a rock as a foothold and grabbed onto the edge of the pool either side of her, trapping her. Slipping one hand under the water, he guided her hips back towards him and ruthlessly thrust back into her again. Still holding the rocks with one hand, she wrapped her arm around his neck, her fingernails digging into his back as he thrust in and out. Momentum built up, harder and faster; she writhed in his arms, kissing him whenever she got the chance, moaning as the pleasure swept through her. His eyes stayed fixated on her face, relishing at the sight of her so defenceless and in his power. Gripping her tighter, he let out a long, low moan, as he came inside her. Slowly pulling out, he loosened his grip on her and climbed back up onto the ledge beside them, turning to help her out after him. She paused right at the edge, watching him with her eyes wide and bright as he leant back against the wall to rest. He looked back across to her and beckoned her to him lazily. Starting to feel colder again in the breeze, she crawled to his side to curl up against his warm body. Looking back across the pool to the other ledge, she could see the outlines of their clothes and the sparkling pieces of glass further down. Alexa looked away from the glass and back up to the soldier, who glanced down and met her with a kiss.

'See, much better when you're tame.' He put an arm around her and lightly stroked her hair; she pressed closer, purring quietly.



Taught



She cried out from the pain, her hands gripping the desk as he ploughed into her. She couldn't believe this was happening. What was worse was that she could feel herself getting wetter as he banged into her. Why? She didn't want this, she told herself; it was wrong! Was she really a whore? 

"Thank me for you punishment!" he grunted, as he fucked her tight cunt. When she didn't answer he yanked sharply on her hair.

"Thank you!" she cried out. "Thank you for punishing me... I... no...no, please."

He slowed down to a grind. He didn't want to cum yet, the pleasure was too good. He fucked her now with his full body weight over her, over the desk. He licked her neck. "I want you to cum," he slurred into her ear.

"What?" she snapped, angry, humiliated, and sore.

"Touch yourself, wank yourself off until you cum. Do it now or I wont stop fucking you, and I'll be forced to rape your arse. And don't think that you can fake it. I can tell when it's real."

He shifted his weight to allow her to reach beneath herself and begin to rub at her clit. She was dismayed to feel that it was wet and tender, that it responded gratefully to her touch. Suddenly she felt something hard pushing against her anus. Terrified she spun around, and saw him holding a board marker pen there.

"Shhh," he said. "This is to help you have a cum, or serve as a threat if you don't, my cock is much bigger than this and will hurt you a whole lot more." He must have spat on it, as it slid relatively easily into her small asshole, only hurting a little. 

She felt so ashamed and dirty, as he carried on banging away at her, while wriggling the pen around inside her anus. He reached forwards with his free hand and tugged at her nipple, pinching it harshly. 

He growled behind her, his sweat over hers, a heady animal smell that made her giddy. The desk screeched on the tiled floor. A violent hungriness swelled in her pussy, as the tender ache was overtaken by a ravenous desire to be fucked and filled. She could feel the waves building up in her groin, a big release promising to relieve her. She mustn't cum. She didn't want him to be doing these awful things to her! Her body ignored her mind as it began to grind in rhythm with his thrusts.

"You greedy bitch. You love this. Now have a nice cum for me, and I'll let your tight little cunt have a rest."

Even though it was the only way to make him stop, she didn't want it to happen, and she tried to stop the feelings from building, but it was useless. She cried out in loud grunting pleasure as she came beneath him, shuddering. 

As promised, he pulled out, leaving her panting from her orgasm. "Good girl." he said, amused. "Now you're going to help me cum, as a thank you for all the fun I've given you tonight." He spun her around, and lifted her again onto the desk, slapping her legs open. He grabbed her by the hair and brought her head to his cock, which was dripping from her juices, and, she saw, blood from her virgin pussy. 

"Yes, what a mess you've made. Disgusting. Lick me clean." 

She felt too weak to disobey, as if her whole spirit had gushed out of her when she came. She wondered how she could feel so contented, so at peace, under the circumstances. Exhausted and malleable, she solemnly did as she was told, working over his dick to clean him of her.

"Good. You're really learning your lesson well. Now open your mouth wide so I can fuck your throat."

Before she could react he plunged himself down her throat again, and fucked her head with abandon, groaning at the sounds he forced from her as his cock made her wretch. He used one hand to finger fuck her swollen and tired cunt, which was wet enough to take all four of his brutal fingers. He promised himself he would fist her at some point.

That thought, and seeing her like that, beautiful and naked, accepting him into her offices, hearing her whimpering, and feeling his dick engulfed in her mouth, his balls and pubic hair smothering her face, was all too much for him, and he came, grunting loudly, pouring himself into her mouth. 

He filled her throat with his warm bitter cum, thrusting a few more times into her mouth as he did. He held her still, impaled on his cock, so she choked a little on his cum, and he watched it spill from the corners of her mouth.

"Careful, I want you to swallow every drop of me," he taunted. He withdrew from her throat and wiped cum off her cheek, forcing his finger into her mouth for her to suck clean. Then he smoothed down his shirt and pulled up his trousers, and leaned back in his chair, his demeanour calm, leaving her to stumble around trying to gather her clothes. He was amused at how she found it hard to walk, having taken her first fuck. 

She felt stunned, numbed. Everything was fuzzy and disjointed. She tried to collect the pieces of herself, sew herself back together and make sense of what happened. How was she going to deal with this? Not just him, what he did, made her do... but with how she enjoyed it. Enjoyed being used. How can that make sense?

When she was clothed, she edged towards the door, looking at him apprehensively, waiting for permission to leave. 

"Don't forget," he said, patting the video camera as a warning. "You're that dirty, you even came, while being fucked from behind, and with your arse full! Imagine your parents watching that!"

She shook her head, eyes wide. Was he mad? She was never telling anyone! 

She forced her head high with dignity. Looked right through him. She seemed so fragile and fierce, he found her irresistible. He strode over, and took her head in his hands. She flinched as he planted a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Good!' he said briskly, ignoring her surprise, and ushered her out the door. She wandered into the hallway, bewildered, unsure what to do with herself. She turned to him, and he smiled at her, leaning casually against the doorframe. 

He threw the keys at her feet. "Leave them in the door," he ordered. "You know, I don't think that you fully learned your lesson. I still feel there's some whore left in you. So, I want to see you back here, for detention next week," his eyes travelled over her body, "and this time Mr Jones will be joining us." 

He drank in the look on her face, and closed the door behind him.