✖️ I’m Carry
✖️ in my mid 30’s
✖️ Curvy
✖️ married to my childhood sweetheart
✖️ from Germany
✖️ Submissive
This blog is to satisfy my lust and explore my kinks. I share what I like. 😏 My Hubby doesn’t know anything about it.
📬 Most of the time, I’m not in the mood to exchange messages or simply don’t have the time for it. So please don't be disappointed if you don't receive an answer. 🙈
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LIKES 👍🏻
CNC
Rape Play
Free Use
Breath Play
Breeding
Sharing/Group
Anal
Bondage
DISLIKES 👎🏻
Extreme pain
Blood/Knife Play
Piss and more
Vomit
This list can be continued, but that should be enough for now.
Everything I post is pure fantasy! I do not condone actual rape, incest, etc.
I find myself restrained to a gynecologist’s chair, my legs strapped into stirrups that leave me splayed open and helpless while my arms are held in place above my head.
I hear the door to the room open as he walks in with a devious smile on his face. “Hi there, pretty girl. You ready to have some fun?” He’s still fully clothed, looking like he stepped out from a boardroom meeting with his collared shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and his slacks that fit him perfectly. I smile back at him, “Hi honey, what do you have planned this time?”
He grins and doesn’t answer as he approaches me, reaching out a hand to brush gently against my hair before dropping a soft kiss on my forehead, “We’re gonna play a little game today…”
I feel a shiver of excitement creep up my spine when I think about the last time we played a game. He pulls away from me and I watch him walk out of my field of vision, hearing him rustling around.
His voice reaches me from across the room, “Now I know you have a bad habit of being indecisive. And normally, I love that about you and I’m more than happy to make decisions for you. But today, you’re really going to practice your decision making skills. Because I’m going to be presenting you with a variety of different things to choose from. And if you don’t choose, I will, and I promise, it won’t be nearly as fun for you if I choose for you. And your first decision happens right now: blindfold or gag?”
My mind races to process everything he just said as I strain my neck to try to see him. “Wait, what? I don’t know!” My voice pitches with confusion as I watch him walk towards me.
“Tsk tsk tsk, come on, pretty girl. Pick one, either I blindfold you or I gag you. Which one? Choose before I choose for you,” he says, holding up my two options for me to see.
I feel my body react as I come to terms with what’s happening. He’s going to ruin me tonight but he’s going to make me choose how he does it. And every part of my body tightens with anticipation. I can feel my pussy throbbing and I know I’m already dripping wet.
“Blindfold,” I say, my voice shaking slightly. I see him smirk before he stalks towards me, bringing the soft cloth around my head to cover my eyes. I shudder slightly as my vision goes black.
He brings his mouth to my ear and murmurs softly, “Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard was it? Time for another decision, where do you want my mouth? On your hard achy nipples or your swollen little clit?” I whimper in response, feeling my body clench.
“On my clit please, daddy,” I whisper softly. I hear him chuckle before he presses his lips gently against mine and drops soft kisses down towards my drippy pussy. I feel his large, warm hands come up to rest against my thighs, and without any other warning, his licks a long stripe along my clit.
I let out a whimper as the feeling overwhelms me as he continues to focus his attention and tongue on my most sensitive part. My hips are arching desperately against him, trying to get closer to him but the restraints are too tight and offer no slack.
He pulls away for a brief moment to taunt me, “Aw pretty girl, does that feel good? You like having daddy’s tongue on your clit hm? Keep making pretty sounds for me, just like that.” His voice wrap around me and I moan in response, too turned on to formulate words to reply.
His mouth feels like magic against me as he sucks my clit with just the right amount of pressure before nipping me softly in a way that makes me whine from pained pleasure.
“Another decision for you, pretty girl. You want my fingers inside of your wet little pussy or that tight ass of yours?” He purrs deviously.
“I, ah, in my pussy, please!” I cry out without even really thinking, all I want is to feel him fill me up. My voice tapers off into a scream when he slams two fingers into my cunt without hesitation.
He curls them, finding my g-spot with heart-stopping accuracy that makes me arch my back and moan loudly. “Yeah, you like that don’t you, pretty girl? Come on, scream for me, that’s it, show me who owns this fucking cunt.” He matches the tempo of his thrusting fingers with his words as he forces my body into submission. I can feel the first inklings of an orgasm starting to form when he bends down to reclaim my clit in his mouth, drawing a high keening wail out of my mouth.
The feeling of his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy are pulling desperate pants and moans out of my mouth as I feel myself chasing after an orgasm that’s fast approaching.
“Please, daddy, please, ah fuck, it feels so good, please can I cum?” I beg, my voice trembling with want and need.
His mouth leaves my clit to give me an answer that makes me want to cry. “Oh no, not yet, pretty girl. Cumming isn’t an option in your next choice. You’re just going to have to hold back that orgasm for me. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” His voice is tinged with mockery as he scissors his fingers in and out of me with blinding accuracy.
I can feel tears welling up in my eyes as I tense my body, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s building to almost unbearable heights. “Please, please, please, I can’t, I can’t, please daddy,” I babble between moans and whines.
“Pretty girl, I know you can. Be good for me, darling, I promise it’ll be worth it. Look at you, all mindless and desperate, so fucking perfect,” he presses his lips against mine as his fingers maintain their tempo on my pussy, his thumb replacing his tongue against my clit.
I can taste myself on him and I lose myself in the kiss, feeling my head spin from all of the different sensations he’s forcing me to endure. I feel the knot in my stomach tighten as I try my hardest to keep from cumming, trying so, so hard to be a good girl for him.
He breaks away from my lips and trails his mouth down my neck and collarbone, leaving soft kisses that are so gentle and so starkly contrasted with how brutal his fingers are pounding into my cunt. I can feel my body teetering on the brink, every cell in my body focusing on holding off my orgasm so I can be his good girl.
Just as I feel my control slipping, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and lands a single, harsh slap against me, striking my clit with a wretched accuracy that makes me scream and startles me away from the edge.
I hear him laugh and feel him pull away from my body. I’m panting and shaking as my body comes down from its high.
“Another choice for you to make, pretty girl. Do you want your pretty little clit pumped or clamped?”
I whimper softly and shake my head. “Wait, please, I can’t, it’ll be too much, please, daddy!”
“Pick now, or I pick and I promise I will make it so much worse,” he growls at me, wrapping a hand around my throat to drive home his point.
I gasp and whisper, “Pump, please.”
He laughs and tightens his hand around my neck, “See, was that so difficult?” His releases my neck and I feel his lips meet mine in a soft touch that is so different from his previous actions. When he pulls away, his voice is soft and caring, “You okay, honey? Do you remember our safe word?”
I nod and smile softly, “I’m okay, I promise I’ll use it if I need it.”
“Good,” his touch is gentle against my hair as I feel him drop another kiss on my head. His fingers trail down my body and brush gently against my clit, making me gasp and whine.
He lands another hard slap against my pussy that makes me shriek before he pulls away completely and I hear him rustling around across the room. I shift as best as I can in the chair, my mind racing, knowing that what comes next might break me.
I jump slightly when I feel his hand run up along my thigh before coming to stroke my clit softly. I moan in response and gasp when I feel the hard ridges of the pump nudge my clit. I’m so dripping wet that he doesn’t need any lube to seal the pump around my sensitive nub.
“I’m going to make you scream, pretty girl,” he coos at me before giving the pump its first squeeze. The tightness overwhelms me immediately, and I arch up uselessly, letting out a sharp moan.
He laughs and gives another pump of the device, the feeling of the suction making my clit burn with painful pleasure. “Look at that pink little clit, all pretty and sensitive, yeah? That drippy pussy is all mine, isn’t it? Mine to play with whenever I fucking want,” he hums at me as he pumps a third time.
I’m gasping and trembling now, my brain too scrambled to think properly as I let out desperate cries. Suddenly, a blinding stab of painful pleasure shoots through my body when he flicks the pump. I scream and I hear him laugh in response as he continues to flick the device, every touch against it amplifying harshly onto my aching, over-sensitized clit.
“Please, please, no, daddy, please stop, it’s too much!” My voice is shrill in my own ears as I writhe on the chair, trying futilely to protect myself from the onslaught of horrible pleasure and pain. “Don’t be silly, darling, you chose this, remember? You made this decision, now you have to suffer the consequences,” his voice is full of condescension as he gives another squeeze to the pump, making me let out a broken cry.
The pleasure makes me wail when he lands a particularly harsh flick to the pump and the dizzying pleasure makes my head spin. I can feel my wetness dripping out of my cunt as he keeps up with the slaps.
He wraps a free hand around my throat and slides two fingers into my pussy, curling them to rub perfectly against my g-spot. I let out a keening cry as the combination of the clit pump and his fingers makes stars appear in my vision. He doesn’t stop either, maintaining his fingers while flicking the pump every once in a while in an unpredictable pattern that makes me beg.
“Poor, pretty girl, is that too much for you to handle? We’re nowhere near done yet, but I have another choice for you. Do you want me to leave this pump on or take it off?”
I don’t hesitate with my answer, I want the pump off, the pained pleasure too much for me the handle. “Ah, please, please I want the pump off, please daddy!”
I hear him laugh darkly in my ear, “I forgot to mention, once the pump comes off, I’m replacing it with your favorite vibrator.”
I gasp, “Wait no, please no, that’s too much, please I can’t handle that, please daddy!”
He doesn’t give me any mercy. The release of the pump makes me sob brokenly as the flood of blood makes me shake as every sensation narrows into my clit. He doesn’t waste any time, slamming the bulb of the vibrator down against my bright red, swollen clit, ignoring my begging and pleading for him to stop.
“Right there, pretty girl. Fuck look at how red your pretty clitty is, all swollen and sensitive like that. I almost feel bad using this vibrator on you, but that’s what you chose, isn’t it?” I sob as I feel the relentless vibrations violate my most sensitive area.
I feel a horrible, overwhelming orgasm start to build, the feeling shooting through me with no mercy.
“Ah, please, daddy, I’m going to cum, please!” I’m delirious with pleasure and too far gone to have any hopes of controlling myself.
“Last choice for you, pretty girl. If you cum now, I’m going to leave this vibrator right here and let it destroy you. Or, I can stop now and I’ll fuck your cunt until you cum on my cock.”
“Please, no, daddy, no, I can’t, stop, please! Please, I want your cock!” I wail just as my orgasm erupts outside of my control, my pussy clenching as I squirt my release.
He laughs darkly, “Looks like your body made your decision for you. I guess you don’t want my cock today, hm?”
He grinds the bulb of the vibrator even harder against me, the feeling shooting through my orgasmic haze to rip a begging cry out of my mouth. The overstimulation is torturous on my swollen, sensitive clit and there’s nothing I can do to convince him to stop.
Tears have soaked through my blindfold and my voice is hoarse from the begging and screaming he’s forced from me. Another bone-shattering orgasm starts to build on the tail end of my first and I have no way to cope with it. I scream and I start to hear ringing in my own ears as he maintains the horrible vibrator on my clit.
Some incomprehensible amount of time later, I’ve cum so many times I’ve lost count and I can’t do anything but whimper softly as my body takes everything he forces onto me. My head is spacey and I don’t have a single ounce of energy left in my body when he finally pulls the vibrator away and takes my blindfold off. I stare up at him with dazed eyes and see him laugh at the fucked out look on my face.
He captures my lips in a rough kiss, and I see that he has one hand fisted around his hard cock. He hasn’t even bothered to take his clothes off, just unbuckled his pants enough to pull himself out. “I’m not done with you yet, just because I gave you choices to make doesn’t mean you have control. I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied and show you who you belong to, pretty girl,” he says, eyes meeting mine as he lines up his cock with my dripping cunt.
Without any other warning, he slams into me and I scream. He sets a ruthless pace and despite the countless orgasms he forced me through earlier, I can feel the pleasure beginning to build again. I’m helpless as he takes what he wants from me, his groans of pleasure filling my ears as my own whimpers start to raise in pitch as I feel myself getting pushed closer and closer to another orgasm.
His fingers find my clit and he expertly draws me to the edge as each thrust buries his cock against my cervix, making me lightheaded with pleasure. “Fuck, nothing like having your perfect cunt throbbing around my cock, you’re so fucking good, darling, just like that,” his voice is deep in my ear as I feel his hips start to lose their pattern and I know he’s close too.
I let out a guttural cry when he pinches my clit between his two fingers and buries himself inside of me, the combination of everything making me erupt one final time. My cunt spasms around his cock and I feel him shudder and explode deep inside of me with a groan. I tremble through my orgasm, feeling my pussy milk his cock as I come down from my high.
I watch through bleary eyes as he pulls his cock out, forcing a soft whimper out of me as he leaves me feeling empty. He reaches out a hand to cup my face. “You are perfect, pretty girl. How’d you like that, hm?” His voice is soft and gentle and I nuzzle my face into his hand before replying, “It was perfect, I loved it all.”
Once the door closes and consent is given… your body is my playground… bare, rough.. whatever way I decide to defile you… claim you… you are my personal slut, my pleasure toy
We made an easter-special this year at the farm. Three bunnies were hidden on the property and who found them could fuck them first. Ten men were invited to the hunt and I got chosen as one of the bunnies.
The owner bought costumes and toys for us. The costume is a little pink number complete with a fluffy tail, ears and leather shackles.
He prepared us himself. Putting the costume on, binding our legs and hands. Blindfolding us.
He'd rolled me onto my side, pulling my breasts free.
"Your pink nipples are made for this costume", he's said. "I'll still clamp them, or you'd get bored waiting for the first man", he said and tugged at my nipples, "to fuck you." And then he'd put nipple clamps on them and pulled the costume back up.
Next he pulled my ass in the air and pushed the crotch of the costume out of the way. I felt a dollop of lube hit my ass and pussy and then he'd spread it.
A buttplug was at my ass, bigger than the one I'm used to and I gasped as he chuckled. "Right. The gag is waiting." He pushed the plug inside, making me moan at the delicious stretch.
True to his word, he gagged me after that. I felt his dick at my pussy, then. He pushed it inside slowly and I whined because the plug is so big and his thick dick was stretching me further. He pushed all the way inside, fucking me with short little strokes but as I was right at the edge of my orgasm. He pulled out and I know he finished with his hand, stroking himself to the orgasm he denied me.
He laughed at my disappointment, shoving a vibrating egg into my pussy. "It's easter, after all. The guys should find some eggs, right?"
He played with the remote, bringing me to the edge another two times, never letting me come. I knew there was a big wet patch in the crotch of the costume after that.
"I'll give the remote to one of our guests, what do you think?", he asked me. I couldn't answer, of course. He bought me to a hidden location on the property, swatted my ass a few times and left me there.
This is where I am right now. The big plug in my ass is distracting and the vibe in my pussy hasn't actually been turned on in quite some time. Still, I'm wet and desperate. I want someone to find me, to finally fuck me when the egg starts buzzing and I whine around my gag. It stops and then starts again and I mewl again.
I realize what the guy controlling the egg is trying to do. He want's to make me mewl and moan so he can find me - and it works.
I can hear him walking towards me.
"Found one", he humms. His hands are on my ass, kneading my flesh, pulling my cheeks apart. "Someone's wet", he says and chuckles.
He pulls the crotch of my costumes aside like my owner did before and discoveres the plug. "I got the special one", he says delighted. "The one with the plug is the price", he says and swats my ass, pulling the plug so it's halfway out before pushing it inside again.
He bends down, I can feel his breath across my face, and pulls and pushes at the plug again. "You're mine for the whole night, bunny. And I will stuff all of your holes."
I shudder. He sets the egg to the highest setting and starts to pull it out. I moan as the vibrations hit my clit when it's all the way out. He teases me with it before a thick, hard dick is at my entrance.
He pushes in slowly, filling me up to the brink while he plays with the plug. Long hard strokes jostle me and he reaches around me to tug my breasts out of my costume, to play with my clamped nipples.
He's balls deep in me, fucking me with hard, fast strokes, pulling at my nipples and at the plug and I come before he does. I'm still shuddering when his cum shoots inside me.
The first load of many.
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"Lara, please have a word with me," said Mr. Knight in a stern tone, while all the other students were already packing their bags and leaving the classroom. The last class was over and no one wanted to stay in the stuffy classroom any longer than necessary.
Unsure and with a hint of a bad feeling, Lara walked to the front of the classroom to the desk where her teacher was sitting and sorting through some papers without looking up. A few days ago, they had written a test and Lara hadn't found a free second to study due to her many shifts at the café. Out of necessity, she had looked up summaries and interpretations of the reading on the Internet and used them to copy during the exam, hoping that Mr. Knight wouldn't notice.
As it turned out, her plan hadn't worked.
"Close the door, please." His voice sounded so bossy that Lara didn't consider objecting. So she obediently closed the classroom door and then hesitantly turned back around. Clasping her hands around the strap of her bag, she stepped back up to the desk. Mr. Knight had stood up in the meantime and leaned casually against the table.
Clay Knight was tall, certainly around 6'7" and, as a sports teacher, in top physical condition. He was in his early 30's. Two years ago he transferred to this school, shortly after graduating, and had been the female students' wet dream ever since. He had light brown hair, a neat short beard that emphasized his square jaw and often wore glasses with thin black frames in class, which gave him a wickedly nerdy touch. Not that he turned the pupils' heads and panties even without them. And he was damn strict. Anyone who wasn't on task or was disruptive in his lessons had to expect severe punishments.
For this reason, Lara was terrified of what awaited her now. If she failed this exam, her A-levels would be in danger and that was something she couldn't allow to happen. But maybe it wasn't about the exam at all, but something completely different. Lara stopped in front of Mr. Knight and looked up at him uncertainly. "You wanted to see me, sir? I'm afraid I don't have much time. My shift at the café is about to start," she said meekly, hoping to leave the classroom as quickly as possible. The atmosphere between Lara and her teacher was so charged that you could feel it physically.
"You'd better call your boss and tell him you'll be late. Or better still, cancel your shift tonight." The cool tone with which he spoke brooked no argument and his gaze was so captivating that Lara almost felt even shorter than she already was at 5'6". "But ... I can't just cancel my shift. I need this job!" Panic rose in her voice, which she tried desperately to suppress. "Young lady, I don't think you understand the situation you're in. Look at what's on the table and tell me what it is," Mr. Knight ordered sharply and she stepped up next to him, intimidated.
Lara's stomach cramped painfully at the sight that presented itself to her. Her exam was lying on the table. She swallowed hard and her gaze hesitantly turned back to Mr. Knight. "So? Does this look familiar to you?" he asked, nodding at the paper. She nodded almost imperceptibly and murmured quietly: "This is my work." "And would you like to tell me something about it, Lara?" Did it just seem that way to her or had his voice become deeper? Dark, rough and challenging, it almost drove straight into Lara's panties.
Goose bumps formed on her skin. Should she tell the truth and admit her attempt at deception or take her chances? Maybe it wasn't as bad as she was making it out to be. The decision was made in a matter of moments. Taking a deep breath, Lara straightened her shoulders and replied in a firm voice: "No sir. I've put a lot of effort into my interpretation. Is there something wrong with it?“
A thin smile formed on Clay Knight's lips and his eyes began to sparkle darkly at her answer. "I wonder if there's something wrong with that?" A deep laugh escaped his throat. "Oh little one, you should have told the truth."
Before Lara could react, Mr. Knight had grabbed her, spun her around and pressed her upper body against the desk so that she lay there with her face pressed against her exam paper. "You're quite a naughty girl, Lara. And bad girls need to be punished, don't you think?" Mr. Knight had bent over her with his upper body and was literally growling the words into her ear. A scream caught in Lara's throat when he suddenly put his hand on her knee and slowly stroked it upwards.
Like all pupils, she wore the standard school uniform. For girls, this consisted of a dark blue circle skirt that reached to her knees, a white figure-hugging blouse and a light gray blazer. Finally, they also wore a tie that matched the color of the skirt and either dark tights or overkneesocks. Lara had opted for the socks today, which was to her teacher's advantage.
Mr. Knight grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly pushed it upwards as he straightened his upper body. With his other hand directly between Lara's shoulder blades, he continued to hold her underneath him so that she could not straighten up again. She wriggled restlessly and tried to push herself up again despite everything. At the same time, she felt for his hand pushing up her skirt and grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Mr. Knight, what are you doing? You can't be doing this," she gasped a little breathlessly, but the undertone in her voice was clear. She was not reluctant.
"Can't I? I think I have to prove you wrong. Put your hand down and stay down!" he growled and suddenly grabbed both her wrists to pull her onto her back. He encircled her with his large hand and immobilized her. He then jerked her skirt up, revealing a pair of delicate red lace panties. A well-meaning murmur escaped his lips, while Lara squeaked in fright and tried to stand up. "Mr. Knight..." she began, but he already delivered the first firm blow to her left ass cheek and she gasped.
"Little liars deserve to be spanked. Are you a liar, Lara?" Mr. Knight asked her again, giving her another chance to escape his punishment, but Lara shook her head vehemently and protested: "No, I'm not. Now let go of me!" "I'm telling you; you're a very bad girl, little one." With the words, he began to deliver well-directed, powerful blows to her ass cheeks. Lara squirmed under him, whimpering in pain and stifling tears and screams so as not to give him the satisfaction, but at the same time she could feel her panties getting wetter and wetter and her pussy starting to tingle. The treatment from a man like her teacher turned her on. The way he pushed her down on the table and punished her for cheating hurt, yes, but she also liked it.
By now Lara's buttocks were a pretty shade of pink, but she still hadn't cried out and Mr. Knight hadn't been able to coax any tears out of her. He had already had his eye on this pretty girl lying spread out on the table in front of him when he had transferred to the school. She had still been a minor then. He had been teaching her English course since that year and had always envisioned a moment like today in his dreams. She'd spit on the last exam. And not just a little or an interpretation. No, she had simply copied an article from the Internet. He had noticed it during the exam, but hadn't said anything. She had been so wonderfully nervous. She had kept looking around to make sure he didn't catch her.
Clay knew for a fact that Lara no longer lived with her parents. She came from a troubled family background. As far as he could find out, she lived alone in a small apartment and earned her living by working as many shifts as possible as a waitress to pay the rent. She was about to graduate from high school, the stepping stone to a better life, but recently her performance had dropped off considerably. This was no doubt due to the double shifts she was always pulling to get enough money together. Clay had been working on his plan for a long time to make her compliant and now it was finally time to put it into action.
He gave Lara five more hard strokes and finally she began to whimper softly. Now was the time to push her even further and see if his play could have a different effect on her. Clay let his palm glide slowly and soothingly over her maltreated skin, moving closer and closer to Lara's sweet pussy, which was now only covered by a hint of lace. A wet spot had already formed on the fabric between her legs, as he noticed with a scrutinizing glance, causing his cock to twitch in joyful anticipation. He had already been hard as steel during the lesson, in bright anticipation of what awaited him afterwards, and now to see that his treatment was triggering that in her was more than he had dreamed of.
He let his fingers glide closer in circular movements and finally stroked the fabric of her panties as light as a feather. Lara had been eagerly awaiting this touch, almost begging for it. Her middle was ablaze, while her ass glowed from the blows. A soft sigh escaped her lips as Clay slid his fingers over her. "What have we here?" he growled, his fingertips brushing over her panties again and again with increasing pressure. She really was already dripping wet. "Okay, Lara. Do you still insist that you're not a liar and that everything is fine with your exam?" He gave her another chance and, with a hint of defiance, she breathed stubbornly: "I didn't lie. What you're doing here is forbidden! Please let me go now, Mr. Knight." The last words sounded almost like a plea.
It took her teacher a lot of self-control not to shove his cock directly into this little slut's tight pussy. She would have to earn that first. But anyone who was that stubborn clearly hadn't had enough yet. With a firm grip, he grabbed Lara's lace panties and ripped them off her ass so that she was now lying on the desk in front of him with her bottom exposed. Without further ado, he grabbed the wooden ruler that he had wisely positioned on top of it and struck her with it. A sharp scream from Lara followed the altered, burning pain and he roughly shoved the torn panties between her lips. "We don't want the janitor to hear you and come and see what we're up to, do we little girl?" Clay whispered to her and stroked her round, tight buttocks almost gently with the wooden ruler, causing her to whimper softly through the fabric.
Lara was a young woman who regularly tried to squeeze in a bit of exercise when her busy schedule allowed and you could definitely see that in her body. With her height of 1.60 m, she was one of the smaller women, but she had a very slim physique with curves in all the right places. She had tied her full blonde hair into a high ponytail today, but it still fell halfway down her back. Clay didn't like to imagine how many boys daydreamed about her as they worked her little sausages with their fists.
Mr. Knight struck her again with the ruler and enjoyed listening to her muffled cries of pain. Tears of pain were now running down Lara's cheeks and quiet sobs made her body shake. The pattern of the welts on her ass glowed a beautiful shade of red and he knew that she would feel them for the next few days whenever she wanted to sit down. He let his fingers slide through her smooth shaved pussy again and again and was satisfied that she was getting wetter and wetter despite the greater pain.
She was simply perfect.
His fingers became more and more cheeky. At first he only stroked her labia, which were glistening with moisture, before he finally ran his fingers through her cleft and teased her clitoris. A hoarse moan escaped Lara's throat and she instinctively stretched her ass further towards his hand and the arousing touches. "Do you like that, Lara?" Mr. Knight whispered challengingly and at the same time slipped a finger into her soaking wet pussy while he continued to circle her clitoris with his thumb. She moaned again, louder this time, and nodded obliviously. His finger slid out of her faster and faster and thrust again. Then at some point he added a second finger and became even harder and faster in his movements. Lara's pussy made smacking noises and she almost screamed with pleasure.
Her teacher could already feel her tight pussy twitching around his fingers and immediately withdrew his hand from her. Instead, he gave her bare pussy a firm smack and growled darkly, "Well well well ... you don't think I'm going to reward a naughty girl just like that, do you?" he whispered as Lara made a frustrated and protesting sound. She turned her head and looked at him with wide eyes. There was pure desire in her gaze, almost begging him for redemption.
A dark smile formed on Mr. Knight's lips. "We could come to an agreement. Would you be interested?" Lara nodded frantically without thinking. Her mind had already completely drifted off. She only had her body screaming for release in her head and had pushed any consequences to the back of her mind. "Lie with your back on the table. Your head over the edge," he ordered in a dominant tone and Lara complied without hesitation. When her bruised bottom touched the tabletop, she flinched briefly, but Clay was already stroking her pussy again the next second, making her forget the pain.
"Good girl," he murmured, taking a measured step around the table until he came to a halt at her head. He scrutinized her mouth, which hung perfectly high over the edge, and grasped the back of her head. He scrutinized her with an intense gaze, let his fingers slide back into her hot moisture and finally asked: "Can you imagine what I'm asking of you?" Lara's eyes flitted briefly to the bulge in his jeans, right in front of her, before she looked up at him again with shining eyes and nodded with a moan. A rumble from Mr. Knight's chest raised goose bumps on Lara's body and made her tremble.
He pulled the panties out of her mouth again, let them slide into his pocket and opened his own pants next. Lara immediately felt his huge erection spring up and she widened her eyes with a startled gasp. She hadn't had much experience with men yet, but she knew that she was looking at an above-average specimen. Clay's cock was certainly 8 inches long and really thick. It was straight and two veins were clearly visible on the velvety skin. Lara licked her lips nervously as she recognized the shiny drop of pleasure at the tip and breathed more frantically.
"Open your lips, little one," growled Mr. Knight in a rough voice and she obeyed immediately. She desperately wanted to know what he tasted like and could hardly wait. One of his large hands wrapped around the back of her head, giving her support and at the same time he pushed her glans against his lips, letting it slide in slowly. As if automatically, Lara leaned her head further back and tried to take in her teacher's cock as far as she could. A rough moan escaped him and Lara's center began to pulsate hotly. She longed for the touch of his fingers and as if he had heard her thoughts, he let his second hand glide over her upper body.
He first opened her blazer and blouse before sliding the cups of her bra down and exposing her breasts. The nipples had already contracted into small firm peaks and were as hard as little pebbles when Mr. Knight slid his fingers over them. A low moan formed in Lara's throat, causing his cock to twitch in joyful excitement in her mouth as her wet cave vibrated around him. He withdrew from her mouth before sliding back in. Lara tried her hardest to take him in, but he finally pushed at her throat, making her gag slightly. A growl from him and a hard pinch on her nipple made Lara's upper body fall into a hollow back and gasp excitedly.
"Relax, little one. You can do more," gasped her teacher as his fingers resumed their journey into deeper realms. He let them slide back into Lara's pussy and was satisfied when he felt that she was still just as wet as before, if not even wetter. He worked her clitoris hard with his thumb and let two of his fingers slide into her again and again. At the same time, her tongue swirled around his glans and Lara sucked on it devotedly while choked sounds of pleasure kept coming out of her.
It didn't take Mr. Knight long to get Lara back to where she had been minutes before. Her body kept twitching and writhing and she opened her lips when she couldn't suppress a loud moan. Her body told him everything he needed to know. He let his fingers penetrate her hard a few more times before he rubbed her clitoris and with a hoarse scream, Lara was overcome by a shattering orgasm that made her whole body twitch.
Before Lara had regained her senses, Mr. Knight gripped her head with both hands and held it in the right position over the edge so that he could penetrate her mouth as deeply as possible. Again and again she was overcome with a gag reflex, but her teacher did not let up and urged her to let him penetrate a few millimetres deeper and gradually Lara's throat gave way. She swallowed the big cock until his belly hit her nose and took her breath away.
"That's it, my little girl. Take it deeper and use your tongue," gasped Mr. Knight and suddenly Lara sucked on his cock and he jerked forward and thrust into her throat to the hilt. With a guttural groan, he grabbed her hair, held her in position and sprayed his cum deep down her throat. With a rough moan, he murmured: "Swallow it, baby. Take it all from me," as he continued to sink himself into her.
Eyes watering from his rough treatment, Lara obeyed anyway and swallowed the cum running down her throat. Obediently, she sucked the last drop and licked her tongue over his length as he slowly withdrew his cock. Suddenly, the characteristic click of a cell phone photo sounded.
Startled, Lara opened her eyes and looked up into Mr. Knight's sly grin. The cell phone clicked once more, pointed directly at her body, before she jumped to her feet and almost fell off the table. She staggered back a few steps until she bumped into the first row of desks and gathered her blouse back up in front of her chest with trembling fingers. "What..." she stuttered in a raspy voice, tears welling up in her eyes as she realized what had just happened and, more importantly, to whom. Panicked, she put her other hand over her mouth and stifled a hysterical sob.
At the same time, her teacher calmly zipped up his trousers again, took a satisfied look at his cell phone before putting it away again and straightened the papers on the desk. "Now, little girl, we should talk about how you're going to behave in the future," he began and dropped into his chair. Lara buttoned her blouse with trembling fingers and tried to get her racing thoughts and worries under control. What would happen now? There was no way these pictures were going to make the rounds. And she simply couldn't be expelled from school.
"Let's get back to the point I wanted to talk to her about. You got an F for your exam," said Mr. Knight in an emphatically expressionless voice and Lara's legs almost buckled. "You copied it. I got it from the Internet and you can compare it word for word. Not one tiny discrepancy in it. An attempt to deceive means an F. There's nothing to shake about that." His eyes turned back to Lara and he continued: "Since your performance in all other subjects has also dropped recently, that would be the end of your A-level plans in this case."
Now Lara could no longer prevent it. With a quiet sob, she sank to the floor and cupped her hands to her face. "Unless..." her teacher began and she jerked her head up again. Without hesitation, Lara interrupted him and gasped hoarsely: "I'll do anything! Please give me another grade. Please sir..." Wide-eyed, she watched as Mr. Knight stood up and slowly walked towards her. Still kneeling on the floor, she looked up at him with wide eyes and tear-stained cheeks and he gently placed a hand on her cheek.
The voice with which he now spoke allowed no contradiction and goose bumps trickled down Lara's spine. "You belong to me! Your body, your mind. No matter what I command you, you obey. No contradiction. And you are at my disposal at all times. No time out or break. You will be my little whore from now on." Her eyes widened even further in panic and she began to tremble. "But I can't ... you're my teacher," she stammered uncertainly and Mr. Knight laughed darkly. Without further ado, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and showed her one of the pictures he had taken earlier. Of her lying on the table in front of him with her legs spread, her upper body bare and his cock between her full lips. "Does it look like you can’t?"
With a shrug of his shoulders and one last snide look, he turned away again and said indifferently: "But it's your decision. If you don't want it, you're free to leave the classroom and we'll forget what happened. You get the 6 and ..." "No!" Lara desperately grabbed his hand and stopped him from leaving. He turned back to her with a cold stare and raised an eyebrow provocatively. "Please ... I need the Abitur," she pleaded, tears gathering in her eyes again. "Then you know what you have to do, don't you?" Mr. Knight asked challengingly, watching the silent battle Lara was fighting with herself before she nodded dejectedly and lowered her eyes. "Yes ... I know," she whispered softly and he took another step closer. With a dominant gesture, he took her chin, lifted her face and asked sternly: "Excuse me?" "I'm yours, sir," Lara breathed softly and with a satisfied smile, Mr. Knight brushed a tear from her upper lip. "Good girl."
He let go of her and returned to his seat at the desk to stow his documents in his work bag. Without looking at Lara again, he ordered sternly: "I expect you back here tomorrow morning at seven o'clock. The first students will arrive at a quarter to eight. We have until then to go through your instructions. Understood?" He looked up at the last word and Lara flinched under his sharp gaze. Hectic, she replied meekly: "Yes, sir." "Good." With that, Mr. Knight stood up and walked towards the door. Once there, he turned to Lara again and asked challengingly, "Are you coming? I can't very well lock you in my classroom."
The devilish grin on his face clearly said the opposite.
„Lara, bitte noch auf ein Wort zu mir.“, sagte Mr. Knight mit strengem Ton, während alle anderen Schüler bereits ihre Taschen packten und das Klassenzimmer verließen. Die 10. Stunde war gerade vorbei und keiner wollte länger als nötig in dem stickigen Klassenzimmer bleiben.
Unsicher und mit dem Anflug einer schlechten Ahnung, ging Lara nach vorne zum Pult, wo ihr Lehrer saß und einige Papiere sortierte ohne aufzusehen. Vor einigen Tagen hatten sie eine Klassenarbeit geschrieben und Lara hatte aufgrund ihrer vielen Schichten im Café keine freie Sekunde zum Lernen gefunden. Aus ihrer Not heraus, hatte sie sich im Internet Zusammenfassungen und Interpretationen der Lektüre herausgesucht und diese während der Klausur zum abschreiben benutzt, in der Hoffnung, dass es Mr. Knight nicht auffallen würde.
So wie es aussah, war ihr Plan nicht aufgegangen.
„Schließ bitte die Tür.“ Seine Stimme klang so herrisch, dass Lara keinen Widerspruch in Erwägung zog. Also schloss sie gehorsam die Tür des Klassenraumes und drehte sich dann zögerlich wieder um. Die Hände um den Gurt ihrer Tasche geklammert trat sie wieder ans Pult. Mr. Knight hatte sich mittlerweile hingestellt und sich lässig an den Tisch gelehnt.
Clay Knight war groß, sicher an die 2 m und als Sportlehrer außerdem in bester körperlicher Verfassung. Er war etwa Anfang 30. Erst vor zwei Jahren war er kurz nach Abschluss seines Studiums an diese Schule gewechselt und war seitdem der feuchte Traum der Schülerinnen. Er hatte hellbraune Haare, einen gepflegten kurzen Bart, der seinen kantigen Kiefer betonte und trug im Unterricht außerdem häufig eine Brille mit dünnem schwarzen Gestell, die ihm einen verruchten nerdigen Touch gab. Nicht dass er den Schülerinnen auch ohne schon die Köpfe und Höschen verdrehte. Und er war verdammt streng. Wer in seinem Unterricht nicht bei der Sache war oder störte, musste mit strengen Strafen rechnen.
Aus diesem Grund hatte Lara wahnsinnige Angst davor, was sie jetzt erwarten würde. Wenn Sie diese Klausur in den Sand gesetzt hatte, war ihr Abitur in Gefahr und das war etwas, das sie nicht zulassen durfte. Aber vielleicht ging es ja auch gar nicht um die Klausur, sondern etwas ganz anderes. Lara blieb vor Mr. Knight stehen und sah unsicher zu ihm auf. „Sie wollten mich sprechen, Sir? Ich habe leider nicht viel Zeit. Meine Schicht im Café beginnt gleich“, sagte sie kleinlaut in der Hoffnung schnellstmöglich das Klassenzimmer verlassen zu können. Zwischen Lara und ihrem Lehrer herrschte eine so aufgeladene Stimmung, dass man diese regelrecht körperlich spüren konnte.
„Du solltest deinen Chef besser anrufen und ihm sagen, dass du später kommen wirst. Oder besser noch: Du sagst deine Schicht heute Abend ab.“ Der kühle Ton mit dem er sprach ließ keinen Widerspruch zu und sein Blick war so fesselnd, dass Lara sich beinahe noch kleiner fühlte, als sie mit ihren 1,60m ohnehin schon war. „Aber … ich kann nicht einfach meine Schicht absagen. Ich brauche diesen Job!“ Panik kämpfte sich in ihrer Stimme hoch, die sie krampfhaft zu unterdrücken versuchte. „Junge Dame, ich glaube du verstehst nicht, in welcher Situation du dich befindest. Sieh dir an was hier auf dem Tisch liegt und sag mir was das ist.“, befahl Mr. Knight scharf und eingeschüchtert trat sie neben ihn.
Laras Magen verkrampfte sich schmerzhaft bei dem Anblick, der sich ihr bot. Auf dem Tisch lag ihre Klausur. Sie schluckte schwer und ihr Blick wandte sich zögerlich wieder zu Mr. Knight. „Also? Kommt dir das bekannt vor?“, hakte er nach und nickte zu dem Papier. Sie nickte beinahe unmerklich und murmelte leise: „Das ist meine Arbeit.“ „Und möchtest du mir dazu vielleicht etwas sagen, Lara?“ Kam es ihr nur so vor oder war seine Stimme tiefer geworden. Dunkel, rau, und herausfordernd fuhr sie Lara beinahe direkt in ihr Höschen.
Eine Gänsehaut bildete sich auf ihrer Haut. Sollte sie die Wahrheit sagen und ihren Betrugsversuch zugeben oder auf Risiko gehen? Vielleicht war es gar nicht so schlimm, wie sie sich jetzt noch ausmalte. Die Entscheidung fiel innerhalb weniger Augenblicke. Mit einem tiefen Atemzug straffte Lara die Schultern und antwortete mit fester Stimme: „Nein Sir. Ich habe mir viel Mühe mit meiner Interpretation gegeben. Stimmt etwas damit nicht?“
Auf Clay Knights Lippen bildete sich ein schmales Lächeln und seine Augen begannen bei ihrer Antwort dunkel zu funkeln. „Ob damit etwas nicht stimmt?“ Ein tiefes Lachen entfuhr seiner Kehle. „Oh Kleines, du hättest besser die Wahrheit gesagt.“
Ehe Lara reagieren konnte, hatte Mr. Knight sie gepackt, herumgewirbelt und mit dem Oberkörper auf das Pult gepresst, sodass sie mit dem Gesicht auf ihre Klausur gedrückt dalag. „Du bist ein ganz schön böses Mädchen, Lara. Und böse Mädchen müssen bestraft werden, findest du nicht auch?!“ Mr. Knight hatte sich mit dem Oberkörper über sie gebeugt und knurrte ihr die Worte regelrecht ins Ohr. Ein Schrei blieb Lara in der Kehle stecken, als er plötzlich die Hand an ihr Knie legte und langsam nach oben strich.
Sie trug wie alle Schüler die Standard-Schuluniform. Für Mädchen bestand diese aus einem dunkelblauen Tellerrock, der ihr bis zu den Knien reichte, einer weißen figurbetonten Bluse und einem hellgrauen Blazer. Abschließend trugen sie ebenfalls eine farblich zum Rock passende Krawatte und wahlweise dunkle Strumpfhosen oder Overkneesocks. Lara hatte sich heute für die Socken entschieden, was ihrem Lehrer nun zugute kam.
Mr. Knight packte den Rocksaum und schob auch diesen langsam nach oben, während er seinen Oberkörper wieder aufrichtete. Mit seiner anderen Hand direkt zwischen Laras Schulterblättern hielt er sie trotzdem weiterhin unter sich gefangen, sodass sie sich nicht wieder aufrichten konnte. Unruhig zappelte sie und versuchte sich trotz allem wieder hochzustemmen. Gleichzeitig tastete sie nach seiner Hand, die ihren Rock hochschob und umfasste sein Handgelenk, um ihn daran zu hindern. „Mr. Knight, was tun Sie da? Das können Sie doch nicht machen“, keuchte sie etwas atemlos, doch der Unterton in ihrer Stimme war eindeutig zu erkennen. Sie war nicht abgeneigt.
„Kann ich nicht? Ich denke, ich muss dir das Gegenteil beweisen. Hand weg und liegen bleiben!“, knurrte er und packte plötzlich ihre beiden Handgelenke, um sie auf ihren Rücken zu ziehen. Mit seiner großenHand umschloss er sie und hatte sie so bewegungsunfähig gemacht. Ruckartig zog er nun ihren Rock hoch und entblößte einen Slip aus zarter roter Spitze. Ein wohlmeinendes Raunen entwich seinen Lippen, während Lara erschrocken quietschte und versuchte sich aufzubäumen. „Mr. Knight …“, setzte sie an, doch da platzierte er bereits den ersten strammen Schlag auf ihre linke Arschbacke und sie keuchte.
„Kleine Lügnerinnen verdienen es den Arsch versohlt zu bekommen. Bist du eine Lügnerin, Lara?“, wollte Mr. Knight noch einmal von ihr wissen und gab ihr noch eine Chance seiner Bestrafung zu entgehen, aber Lara schüttelte vehement den Kopf und protestierte: „Nein, bin ich nicht. Und jetzt lassen Sie mich los!“ „Ich sag ja; du bist ein sehr böses Mädchen, meine Kleine.“ Mit den Worten fing er an gezielte, kraftvolle Schläge auf ihrem Hintern zu platzieren. Lara wand sich unter ihm, wimmerte vor Schmerz und verbiss sich Tränen und Schreie, um ihm die Genugtuung nicht zu geben, aber gleichzeitig spürte sie auch wie ihr Höschen immer feuchter wurde und ihre Pussy anfing zu kribbeln. Die Behandlung von einem Mann wie ihrem Lehrer machte sie an. Die Art wie er sie auf den Tisch drückte und sie für ihr Schummeln bestrafte, taten weh, ja, aber sie gefielen ihr auch.
Mittlerweile waren Laras Pobacken bereits von einem hübschen Rosaton überzogen, aber sie hatte immer noch nicht geschrien und auch Tränen hatte Mr. Knight ihr noch nicht entlocken können. Dieses hübsche Mädchen, dass ausgebreitet vor ihm auf dem Tisch lag, hatte er bereits ins Auge gefasst, als er an die Schule gewechselt war. Da war sie noch minderjährig gewesen. Seit diesem Jahr unterrichtete er ihren Kurs in Deutsch und hatte einen Moment wie heute immer in seinen Träumen vor Augen gehabt. Sie hatte bei der letzten Klausur gespickt. Und nicht nur ein bisschen oder einen Interpretationsansatz. Nein, sie hatte einfach einen Artikel aus dem Internet abgeschrieben. Schon während der Klausur hatte er es bemerkt, aber nichts gesagt. Sie war so herrlich nervös gewesen. Hatte sich immer wieder umgeschaut, ob er sie auch ja nicht erwischte.
Clay wusste genau, dass Lara nicht mehr bei ihren Eltern wohnte. Sie kam aus problematischen Familienverhältnissen. Soweit er herausfinden konnte, bewohnte sie alleine eine kleine Einzimmerwohnung und verdiente ihren Lebensunterhalt neben der Schule mit so vielen Schichten als Kellnerin wie nur möglich, um die Miete zahlen zu können. Sie stand bereits kurz vor ihrem Abitur, das Sprungbrett für sie zu einem besseren Leben, aber in letzter Zeit hatten ihre Leistungen stark nachgelassen. Das lag sicherlich an den Doppelschichten, die sie immer schob, um genügend Geld zusammen zu bekommen. Clay hatte lange an seinem Plan gefeilt, wie er sie sich gefügig machen konnte und jetzt war es endlich an der Zeit ihn umzusetzen.
Er versetzte Lara noch fünf weitere harte Schläge und endlich begann sie leise zu wimmern. Jetzt war der Moment gekommen, sie noch weiter zu treiben und zu schauen, ob sein Spiel auch eine andere Wirkung auf sie entfalten konnte. Clay ließ seine Handfläche langsam und beruhigend über ihre geschundene Haut gleiten und näherte sich dabei immer weiter Laras süßer Pussy, die nur noch von einem Hauch Spitze bedeckt wurde. Zwischen ihren Beinen hatte sich bereits ein nasser Fleck auf dem Stoff gebildet, wie er mit einem prüfenden Blick bemerkte und was seinen Schwanz in freudiger Erwartung zucken ließ. Er war schon während des Unterrichts stahlhart gewesen, in heller Vorfreude auf das, was ihn im Anschluss erwartete und jetzt zu sehen, dass seine Behandlung das bei ihr auslöste, war mehr als er sich erträumt hatte.
Er ließ seine Finger in kreisenden Bewegungen näher gleiten und strich schließlich federleicht über den Stoff ihres Höschens. Lara hatte auf diese Berührung hingefiebert, sie beinahe herbei gefleht. Ihre Mitte stand in lodernden Flammen, während ihr Arsch von den Schlägen glühte. Ein leises Seufzen entwich ihren Lippen, als Clay seine Finger über sie gleiten ließ. „Was haben wir denn da?“, knurrte er und seine Fingerkuppen strichen immer wieder und mit zunehmendem Druck über ihr Höschen. Sie war wirklich bereits tropfnass. „Okay, Lara. Bestehst du immer noch darauf, dass du keine Lügnerin bist und mit deiner Klausur alles in Ordnung ist?“, gab er ihr noch eine Chance und mit einem Anflug von Trotz hauchte sie stur: „Ich habe nicht gelogen. Was Sie hier tun ist verboten! Lassen Sie mich jetzt bitte gehen, Mr. Knight.“ Die letzten Worte klangen beinahe wie ein Flehen.
Es kostete ihren Lehrer einiges an Selbstbeherrschung dieser kleinen Schlampe seinen Schwanz nicht direkt in ihre enge Pussy zu schieben. Das würde sie sich erst verdienen müssen. Aber wer so stur war, hatte wohl eindeutig noch nicht genug. Mit festem Griff packte er Laras Spitzenhöschen und riss es ihr vom Arsch, sodass sie nun mit entblößtem Po vor ihm auf dem Pult lag. Er schnappte sich kurzerhand das Holzlineal, dass er in weiser Voraussicht darauf positioniert hatte und schlug nun damit zu. Ein spitzer Schrei von Lara folgte auf den veränderten, brennenden Schmerz und er schob ihr kurzerhand grob das zerrissene Höschen zwischen die Lippen. „Wir wollen doch nicht, dass dich der Hausmeister hört und nachsehen kommt, was wir hier so treiben oder mein kleines Mädchen?“, raunte Clay ihr zu und strich mit dem Holzlineal beinahe sanft über die runden strammen Pobacken, woraufhin sie nur leise durch den Stoff hindurch wimmerte.
Lara war eine junge Frau die versuchte regelmäßig ein wenig Sport einzuschieben, wenn ihr straffer Zeitplan es zuließ und das sah man ihrem Körper durchaus an. Mit ihrer Körpergröße von 1,60 m gehörte sie eher zu den kleineren Frauen, aber sie hatte einen sehr schlanken Körperbau mit Kurven an den richtigen Stellen. Ihre vollen blonden Haare hatte sie heute zu einem hohen Pferdeschwanz gebunden, aber sie fielen ihr trotzdem noch bis zur Hälfte des Rückens. Clay mochte sich gar nicht vorstellen wie viele Jungs sie sich in ihren Tagträumen vorstellten, wenn sie ihre kleinen Würstchen mit der Faust bearbeiteten.
Wieder schlug Mr. Knight mit dem Lineal zu und genoss es, ihren gedämpften Schmerzenslauten lauschen zu können. Über Laras Wangen rannen mittlerweile Schmerzestränen und leise Schluchzer ließen ihren Körper beben. Das Muster der Striemen auf ihrem Arsch glühte in einem wunderschönen Rotton und er wusste genau, dass sie diese in den nächsten Tagen noch spüren würde, wann immer sie sich hinsetzen wollte. Immer wieder ließ er seine Finger durch ihre glattrasierte Pussy gleiten und war zufrieden, dass sie trotz der größeren Schmerzen immer nasser wurde.
Sie war einfach perfekt.
Seine Finger wurden immer vorwitziger. Zuerst streichelte er nur immer wieder über ihre vor Feuchtigkeit glänzenden Schamlippen, bevor er schließlich durch ihre Spalte fuhr und ihren Kitzler reizte. Ein heiseres Stöhnen entrang sich Laras Kehle und instinktiv streckte sie ihren Arsch seiner Hand und den erregenden Berührungen weiter entgegen. „Gefällt dir das, Lara?“, raunte Mr. Knight herausfordernd und ließ im gleichen Moment einen Finger in ihre klatschnasse Pussy gleiten, während er gleichzeitig mit dem Daumen weiter ihren Kitzler umkreiste. Sie stöhnte wieder, lauter diesmal, und nickte selbstvergessen. Sein Finger glitt immer schneller aus ihr hinaus und stieß wieder zu. Dann nahm er irgendwann einen zweiten Finger hinzu und wurde noch härter und schneller in seinen Bewegungen. Laras Pussy gab schmatzende Geräusche von sich und sie schrie nun beinahe vor Lust.
Ihr Lehrer spürte bereits wie ihre enge Pussy um seine Finger zuckte und zog seine Hand augenblicklich aus ihr zurück. Stattdessen verpasste er ihrer blanken Pussy einen festen Schlag und knurrte dunkel: „Na na na … du glaubst doch wohl nicht, dass ich ein böses Mädchen einfach so belohne oder?“, wisperte er, als Lara einen frustrierten und protestierenden Laut von sich gab. Sie drehte den Kopf und sah ihn mit großen Augen an. In ihrem Blick stand pures Verlangen und flehte ihn geradezu um Erlösung an.
Ein dunkles Lächeln bildete sich auf Mr. Knights Lippen. „Wir könnten da zu einer Einigung kommen. Wärst du interessiert?“ Lara nickte hektisch ohne nachzudenken. Sie war gedanklich bereits vollkommen abgedriftet. Hatte nur noch ihren nach Erlösung schreienden Körper im Kopf und jegliche Konsequenzen in den Hintergrund verdrängt. „Leg dich mit dem Rücken auf den Tisch. Den Kopf über die Kante.“, befahl er mit dominantem Ton und Lara leistete ihm ohne zu zögern folge. Als ihr geschundener Hintern die Tischplatte berührte zuckte sie einmal kurz zusammen, aber Clay strich ihr in der nächsten Sekunde bereits wieder durch ihre Pussy und ließ sie den Schmerz vergessen.
„Braves Mädchen“, raunte er und trat gemessenen Schrittes um den Tisch herum, bis er an ihrem Kopf zu stehen kam. Er musterte ihren Mund, der in perfekter Höhe über die Kante hing und umfasste ihren Hinterkopf. Mit intensivem Blick musterte er sie, ließ seine Finger wieder in ihre heiße Feuchtigkeit gleiten und fragte letztendlich: „Kannst du dir vorstellen, was ich von dir verlange?“ Laras Augen huschten kurz zu der Beule in seiner Jeans, direkt vor sich, bevor sie wieder mit glänzenden Augen zu ihm aufsah und stöhnend nickte. Ein Grollen aus Mr. Knights Brust erzeugte eine Gänsehaut auf Laras Körper und ließ sie beben.
Er zog ihr das Höschen wieder aus dem Mund, ließ es in seine Tasche gleiten und öffnete als nächstes seine eigene Hose. Sofort federte Lara seine gewaltige Erektion entgegen und sie weitete mit einem erschrockenen Keuchen die Augen. Sie hatte bisher noch nicht wahnsinnig viel Erfahrung mit Männern sammeln können, aber sie wusste, dass sie hier ein überdurchschnittliches Exemplar vor Augen hatte. Clays Schwanz war sicher 20 cm lang und hatte einen Durchmesser von mindestens 5 cm. Er war gerade geformt und zwei dicke Adern zeichneten sich deutlich auf der samtigen Haut ab. Lara leckte sich nervös über die Lippen, als sie den glänzenden Lusttropfen an der Spitze erkannte und atmete hektischer.
„Öffne die Lippen, meine Kleine“, knurrte Mr. Knight mit rauer Stimme und sofort gehorchte sie. Sie wollte unbedingt wissen, wie er schmeckte und konnte es kaum erwarten. Eine seiner großen Hände legte sich um ihren Hinterkopf, gab ihr Unterstützung und gleichzeitig schob er ihre Eichel an seine Lippen, die ihn langsam hineingleiten ließen. Wie automatisch legte Lara den Kopf weiter in den Nacken und versuchte den Schwanz ihres Lehrers so weit es ging in sich aufzunehmen. Ein raues Stöhnen entfuhr ihm und Laras Mitte begann heiß zu pulsieren. Sie sehnte sich nach der Berührung seiner Finger und als hätte er ihre Gedanken gehört, ließ er seine zweite Hand über ihren Oberkörper gleiten.
Dabei öffnete er zuerst ihren Blazer und auch die Bluse, bevor er die Körbchen ihres BHs herunterschob und ihre Brüste freilegte. Die Brustwarzen hatten sich schon zu kleinen festen Spitzen zusammengezogen und waren hart wie kleine Kieselsteinchen, als Mr. Knight seine Finger darüber gleiten ließ. Ein leises Stöhnen formte sich in Laras Kehle woraufhin auch sein Schwanz in freudiger Erregung in ihrem Mund zuckte, als ihre nasse Höhle um ihn herum vibrierte. Er zog sich aus ihrem Mund zurück, bevor er sich wieder hineingleiten ließ. Lara versuchte ihr Möglichstes, um ihn aufzunehmen, aber er stieß schließlich an ihre Kehle und ließ sie leicht würgen. Ein Knurren seinerseits und ein hartes Kneifen in ihren Nippel ließen Laras Oberkörper in ein Hohlkreuz fallen und erregt aufkeuchen.
„Entspann dich, Kleines. Du kannst noch mehr“, keuchte ihr Lehrer während seine Finger wieder auf Wanderung in tiefere Gefilde gingen. Er ließ sie wieder in Laras Pussy gleiten und war zufrieden als er spürte, dass sie immer noch genauso feucht war wie zuletzt, wenn nicht sogar noch nasser. Hart bearbeitete er ihren Kitzler mit dem Daumen und ließ zwei seiner Finger immer wieder in sie gleiten. Gleichzeitig wirbelte ihre Zunge um seine Eichel und Lara saugte hingebungsvoll an ihm, während immer wieder erstickte Lustlaute aus ihr hervorbrachen.
Mr. Knight brauchte nicht lange, bis er Lara wieder an dem Punkt hatte, wo sie bereits Minuten zuvor gewesen war. Immer wieder zuckte und wand sich ihr Körper und sie öffnete die Lippen, als sie ein lautes Stöhnen nicht unterdrücken konnte. Ihr Körper erzählte ihm alles was er wissen musste. Noch ein paar Mal ließ er seine Finger hart in sie eindringen, bevor er gezielt über ihren Kitzler rieb und mit einem heiseren Schrei überkam Lara ein erschütternder Orgasmus, der ihren ganzen Körper zucken ließ.
Noch bevor Lara wieder richtig bei Sinnen war, umfasste Mr. Knight mit beiden Händen ihren Kopf und hielt ihn in der richtigen Position über die Kante, um möglichst tief in ihren Mund eindringen zu können. Immer wieder überkam sie ein Würgereiz, doch ihr Lehrer ließ nicht locker und forderte sie ihn immer ein paar Millimeter tiefer eindringen zu lassen und Laras Kehle gab allmählich nach. Sie schluckte den großen Schwanz bis sein Bauch an ihre Nase stieß und ihr den Atem raubte.
„Genauso, meine Kleine. Nimm ihn tiefer und benutz deine Zunge“, keuchte Mr. Knight und plötzlich saugte Lara an seinem Schwanz und er zuckte vor und stieß bis zum Anschlag in ihre Kehle. Mit einem gutturalen Stöhnen packte er ihre Haare, hielt sie ihn Position und spritzte sein Sperma tief in ihren Hals. Mit einem rauen Stöhnen raunte er: „Schön schlucken, Baby. Nimm alles von mir“, während er sich weiterhin in ihr versenkt hielt.
Mit tränenden Augen von seiner groben Behandlung gehorchte Lara trotzdem und schluckte das Sperma, das ihr die Kehle hinunterrann. Gehorsam saugte sie auch noch den letzten Tropfen und leckte mit der Zunge über seine Länge, als er seinen Schwanz langsam wieder zurückzog. Plötzlich ertönte das charakteristische Klicken eines Handyfotos.
Erschrocken riss Lara die Augen auf und sah hoch in Mr. Knights verschlagenes Grinsen. Noch einmal ertönte das Klicken des Handys, das direkt auf ihren Körper gerichtet war, bevor sie sich erschrocken aufrappelte und beinahe vom Tisch stürzte. Sie wankte ein paar Schritte zurück, bis sie gegen die erste Pultreihe stieß und raffte mit zitternden Fingern ihre Bluse vor der Brust wieder zusammen. „Was …“, stotterte sie mit rauer Stimme und Tränen stiegen in ihre Augen, als sie realisierte was gerade passiert war und vor allen Dingen mit wem. Panisch schlug sie ihre andere Hand vor den Mund und unterdrückte ein hysterisches Schluchzen.
Gleichzeitig schloss ihr Lehrer in aller Ruhe wieder seine Hose, warf noch einen zufriedenen Blick auf sein Handy, bevor er es wieder verstaute und richtete die Unterlagen auf dem Pult. „Nun meine Kleine, wir sollten darüber sprechen, wie du dich zukünftig verhalten wirst“, setzte er an und ließ sich auf seinen Stuhl fallen. Mit zitternden Fingern knöpfte Lara ihre Bluse zu und versuchte ihre rasenden Gedanken und Sorgen unter Kontrolle zu bekommen. Was würde jetzt passieren? Diese Bilder durften auf keinen Fall die Runde machen. Und sie durfte einfach nicht von der Schule fliegen.
„Kommen wir nochmal zu dem Punkt, weswegen ich eigentlich mit der sprechen wollte. Du bekommst als Note für deine Klausur eine 6“, sprach Mr. Knight mit betont ausdrucksloser Stimme und Lara knickten beinahe die Beine ein. „Du hast abgeschrieben. Ich habe den Beitrag aus dem Internet und man kann ihn Wort für Wort vergleichen. Nicht eine klitzekleine Abweichung darin. Ein Täuschungsversuch bedeutet eine 6. Daran gibt es nichts zu rütteln.“ Sein Blick richtete sich wieder auf Lara und er fuhr fort: „Da deine Leistungen in der letzten Zeit in allen anderen Fächern ebenfalls abgesackt sind, wäre das in diesem Fall das Aus für deine Abitur-Pläne.“
Jetzt konnte Lara es nicht mehr verhindern. Mit einem leisen Schluchzen sank sie zu Boden und schlug die Hände vors Gesicht. „Es sei denn …“, setzte ihr Lehrer an und sie riss den Kopf wieder hoch. Ohne zu zögern fiel Lara ihm ins Wort und keuchte heiser: „Ich tue alles! Bitte geben Sie mir eine andere Note. Bitte Sir …“ Mit großen Augen sah sie zu, wie Mr. Knight aufstand und langsam auf sie zukam. Immer noch am Boden kniend sah sie mit großen Augen und tränenverschmierten Wangen zu ihm auf und er legte ihr sanft eine Hand auf die Wange.
Die Stimme mit der er nun sprach, ließ keinen Widerspruch zu und eine Gänsehaut rieselte über Laras Rückgrat. „Du gehörst mir! Dein Körper, dein Geist. Egal was ich dir befehle, du gehorchst. Kein Widerspruch. Und du stehst mir jederzeit zur Verfügung. Keine Auszeit oder Pause. Du wirst ab sofort meine kleine Hure sein.“ Ihre Augen weiteten sich vor Panik noch weiter und sie begann zu zittern. „Aber ich kann doch nicht … Sie sind mein Lehrer“, stammelte sie unsicher und Mr. Knight lachte dunkel. Ohne Umschweife zog er sein Handy aus der Tasche und zeigte ihr eins der Bilder, die er vorhin gemacht hatte. Wie sie vor ihm auf dem Tisch lag, mit gespreizten Beinen, bloßem Oberkörper und seinem Schwanz zwischen den vollen Lippen. „Sieht das so aus, als könntest du es nicht?“
Mit einem Schulterzucken und einem letzten abfälligen Blick wandte er sich wieder ab und sagte gleichgültig: „Aber es ist deine Entscheidung. Wenn du es nicht willst, steht es dir frei das Klassenzimmer zu verlassen und wir vergessen was geschehen ist. Du bekommst die 6 und …“ „Nein!“ Verzweifelt griff Lara nach seiner Hand und hielt ihn davon ab zu gehen. Mit kaltem Blick drehte er sich wieder zu ihr und hob provokant eine Augenbraue. „Bitte … Ich brauche das Abitur“, flehte sie und wieder sammelten sich Tränen in ihren Augen. „Dann weißt du, was du zu tun hast oder?“, fragte Mr. Knight herausfordernd und beobachtete den stummen Kampf, den Lara mit sich selbst ausfocht, bevor sie niedergeschlagen nickte und den Blick senkte. „Ja … weiß ich.“, wisperte sie leise und er trat noch einen Schritt näher. Mit einer dominanten Geste ergriff er ihr Kinn, hob ihr Gesicht an und fragte streng: „Wie bitte?“ „Ich gehöre Ihnen, Sir“, hauchte Lara leise und mit einem zufriedenen Lächeln strich Mr. Knight ihr eine Träne von der Oberlippe. „Braves Mädchen.“
Er ließ sie los und kehrte zu seinem Platz am Pult zurück, um seine Unterlagen in der Arbeitstasche zu verstauen. Ohne Lara noch einmal anzusehen befahl er streng: „Ich erwarte dich morgen früh um sieben Uhr wieder hier. Die ersten Schüler kommen gegen viertel vor acht. Solange haben wir Zeit deine Anweisungen durchzugehen. Verstanden?“ Beim letzten Wort sah er auf und Lara zuckte unter seinem scharfen Blick zusammen. Hektisch antwortete sie kleinlaut: „Ja Sir.“ „Gut.“ Damit stand Mr. Knight auf und ging in Richtung Tür. Dort angekommen wandte er sich noch einmal zu Lara um und fragte herausfordernd: „Kommst du? Ich kann dich schlecht in meinem Klassenzimmer einsperren.“
Das teuflische Grinsen auf seinem Gesicht besagte eindeutig das Gegenteil.
I’m not too sure that you now share the same enthusiasm as me as you did a little earlier about sleeping in the bed with me. To be honest I’m thinking that you’ll be back on the floor before too long unless you work out how to keep your legs closed. Being impaled on your 9 inch long, 3 inch thick dildo with its 5 inch base is still no reason not to close your legs. I do find it cute though that your pussy is distended that far that your pussy lips are popping out the side of your chastity belt.
Sometimes, I just really really need to be fucked. I want none of the build up, no teasing or edging or tension. I'm not interested in any of the dirty talk or outfits. I just want to be bent over and have a hard cock forced into my pussy.
He'd put my panties in my mouth and his belt around my throat. He doesn't need a talking whore, just a bitch in heat who'll take whatever he throws at her. He'd fuck me roughly, each thrust nearing on painful. It's animal, brutish, damn near abusive and if I could talk I know I'd beg for more. Harder. Faster. Slap me.
I want to be his sex doll, a toy for his amusement. If the angle isn't working, he'd force me to my knees and shove my face into the ground. He'd use his weight to hold me in place. We only stop when he's done, when he's had enough. He can slap me, turn my ass a pretty shade of red and then purple and blue. Choke me with the belt and abuse my tits. Slap my clit, spit on me, take advantage in all the wild, depraved ways he can think of.
i‘m a huge fan of someone being filled so, so full and then both under and overstimulated.
imagine a cute little slut strapped snugly into a little chastity belt. smooth, soft leather with a pretty lock.
a big, round plug eased into their ass, slowly, slowly, making them feel too stuffed already. so bulbous, their hole stretches around it, cheeks trembling around the heart-shaped base.
a fat, ridged dildo slid into their wet pussy, it’s length snuggled deep inside. going in pretty smoothly cause the sub’s cunt is already wet at their ass being so fucking full.
when both are all the way in, they can feel the dildo in their guts, can’t walk around the plug. the belt keeping both securely in place, stuffing them to the brim.
perhaps they also get one final toy … a cock-gag. fat enough to gag on, long enough to be on the edge of too much, slide carefully into the sub’s drooling mouth, buckled snugly behind their head.
just…making cute little choking noises on the gag when they moan, their tight little ass and slick cunt clenching desperately around the girth of both toys while their poor little clits are played with mercilessly... 😳😳😳
cock gags are so 🥰. you’re not giving anyone pleasure, you’re not sucking someone off for fun, you have a cock down your throat for one reason: to keep you quiet. maybe you’re gagging on it, maybe you’re sucking on it like it’s real, maybe you’re crying because it’s so humiliating to have a cock in your throat. and the funniest part? i’m not gonna take it out baby. your little gagging noises are so pretty, and so much better than hearing you ask me to come over and over.
No, I'm not going to take it out. You can wait over there in the corner satisfying your oral fixation with a fake cock and I'll get to you when I think you're ready. Why? I think it's funny how wet you get doing a task that benifits no one and is literally just designed to humiliate you.
Are you crying? Just remember, the fake cock is nicer than my cock will be.
“Sooo… what are everyone’s kinks?” It was that time of the night. The group of friends had started to drink a few hours ago, and the witching hour of sharing drunken secrets had begun. The shy young girl sitting quietly at the kitchen island takes a sip from her glass, trying to hide and evade the open question. With her are two couples, friends she’s had for a while, and an older man who she had just met tonight.
Peering past the glass, she looks at the newcomer. He’s playing with a coin, rolling it across his knuckles. It falls into the palm of his hand, and she watches it disappear into his firm grip. She admires his toned forearms while he makes a small circle with his wrist. The fist opens. The coin is gone. Confused, she glances up to his face. He’s already looking at her - watching while he performed his trick. He smiles and winks, and she quickly averts her eyes.
“This guy is crazy good at guessing people’s kinks. He’s like a psychic for freaky sex stuff.” Her friend gestures at the near stranger. “Come on, show them.”
“Well, I know you’re into somnophilia - sex with people who are asleep, or near it.” The group burst into laughter. His partner chimes in: “It’s true! He’s better than an alarm clock!”
The man chooses the partner as his next target. “Consensual non-consent. But on the softer side.” More uproarious laughter from the group. She smacks her partner on his shoulder, “Oh my god, did you tell him?!” Defensive, he responds “No, I didn’t, I swear! The man’s just a fucking wizard!”
Next, he turns his attention to the other couple. He hesitates, looking back and forth between the two. “BDSM, both of you. Specifically restraints. And you’re both switchy.” The couple is shocked and entertained. “That’s… oddly specific… and very correct…”
The crowd is laughing, gasping for air. Everybody except the shy girl. She tries to make herself as small as possible, as if the man will somehow miss her if she stays perfectly still. She’s painfully aware of her braless chest and her earlier decision to wear a thin sundress. Her heart drops as her friends insist the man read her next. “You’ve known us for a while, but can you do it on someone you just met?”
“She’s such an innocent girl, what’s her kink? Holding hands? Kissing with tongue?” Her friends tease her relentlessly, invigorated by the conversation and the booze. There’s no way he can know. She prays. It’s just a trick, he doesn’t know. Her body stiffens as if for impact. She looks into his stormy eyes, as if pleading please don’t tell them.
“Free use.”
Her head spins and she blushes deeply, heart pounding like a terrified little animal. She can barely hear her friends loudly chattering around her. “No way.” “I could see it.” “Is he right?” One friend asks: “What’s free use?”
The man puts down his soda water and steps around the island, closer the the quiet girl. He explains softly. “Free use is when somebody wants to let people have sex with them whenever they want. She wants to be groped, or touched, or fucked; completely on the whims of the other person.” He’s so close to her now, almost standing behind her. “Sort of like a sex toy, used for pleasure. She has no boundaries.”
As he speaks his hand rises up to her chest and cups her small breasts. Completely unfazed by the public nature of this act, he gropes her supple body through the soft fabric. Her friends are all laughing, incredulous that she wouldn’t immediately pull away from his invasive touch. “You’re going to let this guy feel you up? You met him a few hours ago! Are you really that much of a slut?”
Slut. That word hits her hard. She’s frozen in place now. Excitement fueled by curiosity buzzes throughout the room, except for the man touching her. He is perfectly calm and nonchalant, as if what he was doing to her was the most normal thing in the world. “But is she really free use?” The voyeurs ask.
The man takes his hands off her chest and steps behind her. “I’ll prove it. What kind of underwear do you think a free use girl would wear?” They guess wildly: Crotchless? Something with lace? A red thong? “No, a free use slut like her wouldn’t wear anything at all.” He lifts up her dress, a grand reveal of her bare pussy. Cleanly shaven that morning (just in case) and soaking wet from the man’s attention.
Her mind fizzles. Did he make my panties disappear? She stands there, exposed in front of five people, trying to get her thoughts straight. She has a moment of composure and remembers No, I took them off in the bathroom earlier, after they introduced me to him. Magic isn’t real.
Wordlessly, his hand moves to her crotch and he puts two fingers in her needy pussy. She’s stunned by his boldness, and that she’s able to take the fingers so easily. The two couples are talking amid themselves. “It’s always the quiet ones.” “I knew it all along.” “Ah, I still think she would tap out at some point, that’s not really free use.” His hands fuck her while they talk.
After a few minutes, he takes his hand away and puts it on her back. He pushes her forward, bending her over the island. They’re still talking, drunkenly arguing about the finer points and the criteria of the kink. The older man has no interest in such discussions. The clink of his belt, a button, a zipper.
In one smooth movement he takes out his hard cock and pushes his full length into her cunt. She interrupts the conversation with a high pitched moan. All eyes are back on her now. He starts to fuck her.
“Okay, well, fair enough. I think that qualifies.” The man’s thighs smack into her petite ass with each thrust. “So much for being the innocent one.” The man’s hands return to her sensitive nipples. “I can’t believe she’s such a slut.” He fucks her harder.
Slut. That word again. She holds onto it like a prize. Years of longing for that title. Nobody could dispute it now. She was a dirty little slut, getting her needy pussy fucked by an older man while everyone is watching.
The man continues to talk with her friends as he uses her. He shares a bit about the nuances of the kink. “Some girls are for personal use. Like property. They have a dom who takes care of them. One person who uses them whenever they feel like it. A personal fucktoy.” He continues, speaking with absolute authority. “Other girls are for anybody to use. Whoever wants to fuck her, can. Like a public service.” His cock still pumping into her. “Do you know which one you are, darling?”
She had asked herself that question alone in her room a million times. Hearing it spoken aloud was uncanny. She doesn’t have an answer for him. Up until tonight, everything was theory. Now she had been thrust into practical experience, and her cum- and liquor- drunk brain can barely parse the question. She mumbles incoherently:
“Uh? Use me?“
“Use your words, slut. Tell everyone what kind of cum dump you are.”
“I… uh… use me?”
“Ah, she’s too dumb from getting fucked to answer. It doesn’t matter to me anyways.”
He lifts up her dress further. Past her stomach, exposing her chest, it wraps around her head and is pulled off. Discarded on the table next to the bottle, she is now completely naked. Everyone else is still clothed, even the man using her pussy. He pulls her torso up close to him to show off her sexy body to the people watching. His powerful thrusts pound into her g spot. One hand teases her clit, the other reaches up to her neck. He squeezes tight around her throat, arm pressed into her sternum. The firm grip lets him fuck her as hard as he wants.
The rough sex overwhelms her young body. Her mind has gone completely blank. There could be nobody watching her or a thousand, it wouldn’t matter. All that matters is the truth of her pussy finally being used the way she always knew it needed. The man pushes her back onto the island. He manhandles her, swinging her legs up so she is facing him, gripping onto her thighs. He keeps fucking her.
She looks down to see his cock pounding her. Another moment of clarity and she realizes everyone else can see it too. Everyone can see him using my pussy. Taking his thick cock all the way inside of me. Obediently getting fucked like a good girl. She exercises her new freedom by rubbing furiously at her clit. This is what a slut does. She takes cock whenever and wherever. She rubs herself so everyone can see she enjoys being a whore. That’s what a slut does. That’s what I’m doing.
The older man smiles at the slutty little girl wrapped around his cock. He has such a nice smile. I’m so lucky to get used by him. He’s so fucking hot. She leans forward and wraps her arms around his shoulders. Hanging off him, he can fuck her even harder. She kisses him, and is relieved when he kisses her back. They play with each other’s tongues and enjoy the moment.
He’s building to climax. He pushes her back down onto the island so everyone can see. Gripping her neck, he squeezes so hard she almost passes out - but he releases for just a moment to keep her conscious. This is repeated. She has to stay awake, so she can see everyone watching her.
He starts to cum. “Breed… me…” She whispers. She can barely speak as he chokes her, but she forces the words through her lips. He has to know what she’s good for. Everybody has to know. He breaks his stoic character and moans as her pussy is stuffed with his cock and cum. The feeling is too much for her. She follows close behind him, cumming along with the stranger.
Afterwards, the three couples sit around the island and finish their drinks. Still naked, her dress is abandoned on the counter. It would just get in the way, and besides she has nothing to hide. As the quiet girl sits in his lap and listens to them talk, she’s struck by an unusual feeling of normalcy. She hasn’t done anything wrong, nobody is surprised or hurt or even thinks anything of it. Why would they? She’s a slut. What else would you expect?
She feels his cock twitch again, and she offers herself up: “Do you want to use me again? Or maybe I can suck your cock, sir?” The group laughs at her proud, open suggestions. Not quite the quiet, shy girl she was just an hour ago. The older man smiles and rubs her back.
“It’s getting late, sweetheart, and I shouldn’t overstay my welcome. But don’t worry, I’ll bring you home with me.”
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