***Author’s Note***: *You patience is finally paying off, Reader. There is nothing but sex in this chapter. The next one is a bit of world building again though. Please check out my profile for the rest of the story.*
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Spent, confused, and emotionally conflicted, I sat down on the couch in a pair of gym shorts and a school sweatshirt. Pulling her number from the note, I unlocked my phone to text Heather. My fingers typed: *’I’m back home. I hope you did your homework, too*.
I needed to distract myself. I wanted an immediate response and didn’t get one. I began to worry. We had just both seriously escalated the situation. I fired up the television and played a fighting game to pass the time while I pretended to forget about the phone. Hours went by while barely covered women with ridiculous breasts bounced and punished each other across the screen.
*Did I text the wrong number?* I wondered. I had been deliberately vague to guard just in case, but still I was concerned. For the third time, I checked my phone against her note.
*After all,* I reasoned, *what if I had sent it to someone else I knew instead?*
Three hours and there was still no response. No, the number was still correct. What if she was being a bitch and deliberately gave me the wrong number? Perhaps she was just busy. I was acting like a love-struck teenager.
*Fuck.*
I got up and made a quick dinner out of some box spaghetti, accessorizing the meal with frozen garlic toast and a beer. It had been dark for at least a few hours, and moisture was starting to freeze on my windows. Finally, right as I decided to go to bed early, my phone chirped. It was a message from a restricted number that read:
*’Media content. Click to download.’*
I did.
The picture resolved to a sideways close-up of a bald pussy on a black background. It was overexposed, the flash too close for a decent picture. I stared hard. Then the phone sang and buzzed again in my hand, another notification covering my picture. I downloaded once more to find another extreme close-up, this time a selfie of glossy red lips around a large candy sucker. I had never been hard as often as I was for Heather. Reaching down to relieve myself I began walking to the bathroom when I heard a knock at the front door.
*Really? Right now? What the fuck?!* I wondered, frustrated. No one ever came to visit me. I didn’t even list this address with the school, so visitors were highly unusual. All I wanted was to relieve the pressure of my aching cock. I had just gotten it to go down before the photos. I looked through the peep hole to see long red hair and a spattering of freckles.
*Oh, god. Heather.*
I opened the door to find her standing there with an over-sized backpack on her shoulder. She had changed from earlier into a white sweatshirt and black compression leggings with a neon stripe. There was a large red sucker in her mouth as she shoved her way in past me, ducking under my arm. “Wouldn’t want to be caught here at night,” she quipped. “Someone might think something *dirty* was going on.”
“How the hell did you find my apartment?” I asked.
“Duh, your last name’s on the mail box with your number. I see your car like every day on my way to the gym.” She made point of looking around while I closed the door and desperately tried to figure something out.
*Did we even go to the same gym?* I wondered.
Finally, I asked, “What are you doing here?”
“You said you had my story, and I have the first assignments ready.” She sounded exasperated. “Or, if you want, you can like, read it to me in class? …In front of your *other* students?” She took the wrapper from somewhere under her clothes and covered the sucker before tossing it in my trash can. She had tried to wipe the lipstick off, but it stained her lips deliciously.
“Read it to you? I’m not reading this to you,” I replied.
During better days Amanda and I used to read aloud to each other late into the night, our heads on the pillows. Before all of…this. To me, reading was something that couples did together, and Heather and I were definitely not a couple. Somehow the act of reading it to her felt intimate, and I wasn’t ready to deal with that. “Again, what are you doing here? This is my home. I live here. Why are you at my home?”
Heather looked at me coldly. “What,” she began, “you *wanna* get caught? We can’t keep this up at my place? I have a fucking roommate, Mark! And,” she continued, “since we clearly can’t do it in your office, where else is there to go?” She was raising her voice. “This was on my terms, remember? You want your papers, and said you had my story. We had an agreement.” She paused before sweetening her voice and taking the volume down a notch. She placed her hand on my chest. “Work with me, not against me,” she chided as she looked up at me. I hated having my words thrown back at me, but damned if I couldn’t fall into those eyes. My heart skipped a beat.
I worried that the stakes for this whole thing were only getting higher. By the end I was sure I would owe this little girl everything unless I called her bluff now. Moving to the beat-up recliner by the door, I gambled. “All right, I’ll read it, but after this we’re done,” I said. “Clear?”
“I’m just gonna take it one step at a time,” She replied. She apparently chose to ignore my declaration, and walked over to the kitchen, disappearing around the corner. “You got my messages.” It wasn’t a question. “I know you liked the pics, right? I was at the gym right before I came. I almost got caught” My cock did not ignore the double entendre. “You got anything to drink?” she asked. ” I’m thirsty. I had to jog over here, and it’s fucking freezing out.”
“Water and soda in the fridge, I guess. Coffee if I have to make it.” Glass clinked as the fridge door opened. I heard the ‘pop’ of a bottle being opened and Heather walked out with a beer in her hand.
*Fucking brat.*
“You mind?” she asked.
“Too late now,” I said sullenly. *Of course, it’s a bit late for everything now,* I thought.
She flopped down on my couch, facing away. “Is it easier for you to read if you can’t see me?” she asked as she scooted low on the cushions, propping her feet up on the arm. All I could see was the back of her head, red hair above black imitation leather, and the toes of her sneakers at the far end. I wondered if this was how therapists felt. Of course, reputable therapists weren’t fucking their charges. Then again, neither were reputable educators. “I’m ready for my story,” she repeated.
I grabbed the paper from the table by my secondhand easy chair. “I guess you’re in charge, right?” I answered. Heather took a long pull of her beer.
“*Mmmmmm*…” she intoned. “I like the sound of that.”
I slowly eased into it, unused to the sound of my own voice saying these things out loud. I read haltingly, then finally settled into a rhythm. Occasionally I would hear the creak of my vinyl couch as she settled or shifted into another position, but I couldn’t really see anything. It was strange reading my fantasies to the very subject of the story, but she didn’t make a peep. In the back of my mind I found myself wondering why she couldn’t be this patient in class. Maybe she felt she had less to get out of it there. I shifted to the side slightly, leaning away from her and adjusting my weight. Heather was right, it was easier once I couldn’t see her.
It wasn’t a long story, but even short ones take a while when you read them out loud. I was unsure of what would happen when I was done. Near the end I looked up and found Heather’s white sweatshirt in a puddle on the floor. Her head had disappeared. I could hear soft noises coming from the couch. The beer bottle was on my coffee table, empty. I stood up and walked over.
The blanket I normally had over the arm of the couch had been kicked off and lay on the floor by the wall with her shoes. She was laying on my cheap sofa with one hand down her pants rubbing slowly while she chewed her bottom lip. She lay there in just leggings, and a neon yellow sports bra that matched her shoes. I listened to her panting and moaning in sexy little whimpers. My erection came back with a vengeance as I gawked.
“Is that what you…*mmmf*…think of me?” I stood there, wondering stupidly what to do with my hands. It was fascinating watching her rub her pussy, and it was so hard not to start worshipping her with my cock. “You want to…*unhh*…tie me up?” She asked. “Oh god you need to write more for me.” She let out a huge moan that I was sure my shitty neighbor could hear through the walls. “That part…where you stuff my panties in my mouth? *So fucking hot.*”
I was getting to see the effect my imagination had on her. I had clearly done well. She was on the brink of spilling into orgasm, and I felt empowered by it. My erection was trapped in the leg of my boxers. I reached down to adjust it as she bit down on her lip, rubbing faster and faster. I ached for release, maybe almost as much as she.
“You said we’re done after this, but…*mmmf*…what you wrote says something…*hunh*…else. You want to fuck me? I want you to cum all over me. *AAAAAH!* I want that fucking cock!” She finished up with a muffled shout and sat there quivering for a moment before she extracted her slick fingers from her pants, touching them to her lips.
I stood with my mouth open like an idiot while she rolled off the couch. Amanda had never spoken to me like this; never been this aggressive. The lamp by my chair showed the sheen of sweat Heather had worked up. I was transfixed by the shadows that interplayed, defining her pale core, and highlighting that little ‘v’ where her hips and her muscle caused a bridge in her waistband. There was hardly an ounce of excess fat on her body. Stepping towards me she moved like a predator, sure and confident in her desire.
“That was so…goddamned…good.” She said. Her hair hung in a wild halo around her head. She was close enough that I could smell her sweat and the heady moistness that came from her arousal. She pressed her fingers to my mouth, filling my nostrils with the scent of her. I was hypnotized, fixated on her.
“You want this? Heel, boy.” She tugged lightly on my gym shorts, turning and walking back to the bedroom. I could do nothing but follow. She made it to the bedroom ahead of me, turning on the light and making an immediate beeline for my closet. She spoke before poking her head behind the sliding doors of my closet
“So, this is where you sleep, huh?” The question seemed rhetorical. “Nice room.” Her ass stood out taut in her leggings, and I could see the indent where a thong cut into her muscled rear.
My room was furnished simply, with the queen-sized bed that I had managed to have moved from the house, along with the six-drawer dresser I had taken while Amanda was at work. Two simple nightstands and lamps rounded out my living space, which was all tied together with a rug I had purchased to hide what looked like a vomit stain in the carpet. Everything came from the same church-run second hand store, though it had taken me almost two months to gather it.
The cloth was in muted blues, and the furniture was dark hardwood that almost matched. The bedroom didn’t have its own bath, but since it was just me in the apartment the hall one was fine for my purposes. Heather turned around, sliding the closet door shut with two of my neckties stretched between her hands. She looked at me from between them.
“I’m going to give you a treat,” she said, tossing the ties on the bed. “Everything you wanted to do to me? I’m gonna do to you instead.” She moved closer and slid her hand down into my boxers in one smooth motion. Her hand was quickly around my turgid cock. “Your dick’s about to be the happiest little guy on campus. Now lie down.” I did, nervous about wanting her. I was scared over the consequences of this, but also scared of saying ‘no.’ Heather moved to the head of the bed, grabbing my maroon tie. She tried to secure me to the bed, but I grasped her wrist, stopping her.
“Heather, no.” I said. My heart began beating faster. *How far would she go?* I wondered. My story had gone pretty far. At least I thought it did.
“So, um, my terms, remember?” she chose to remind me. “Relax, it’ll be fine. I’ll keep the knots loose. Is a big strong man like you afraid of me?”
*Fucking right* *I’m afraid,* I thought. *I’m the one with everything to lose*.
“I still have us on video,” she continued. “And I can always tell them about your office, too.” I took a deep breath as she went on: “Besides, like at this point you’re all in, sweetie. You gave booze to a little girl. You even promised to raise my grades, then made me suck your dick. All so I wouldn’t get sent home to daddy…” She finished with a mock pout, her bottom lip sticking out.
Saying it out loud like that made it clear I was in deeper than I could fix on my own. My mind raced for a way out of this mess, but I couldn’t find one. Part of my arousal was clearly with how wrong the whole situation was. After years of tired sex with Amanda, part of me yearned for this. Perhaps I needed to just ride this out. Maybe I didn’t want to find a way out.
Heather spoke again. “Anyway, you told me I could be in charge. You weren’t lying to someone who trusted you, were you? Aren’t you supposed to be, like, my role model or something? Who else could I possibly turn to?” She feigned distress, acting melodramatically. “Oh, what would the Dean say? Would he tell your wife?” The back of her hand was against her forehead, her eyes pointing towards the ceiling fan. My body sagged in defeat.
“I’m going to regret this,” I answered.
“You better not,” she giggled. “Seriously though? We’re gonna have fun. I’m not going to hurt you, I’m not gonna take your stuff,” she reassured me. “Besides, it’s not like you don’t know where I live. Now take off your shirt.”
I did as I was told, and my erection grew harder.
She began by tying my right wrist to the bed, and then moved to tie my left, deliberately climbing across me, her legs squeezing my ribs before she scooted down, tugging off my bottoms. She didn’t have anything to tie my ankles with, or I’m sure that she would have. Once I was naked and bound to her satisfaction, she stood facing me at the foot of the bed. She was targeted in the sight of my swollen member. As promised, the neckties were relatively loose. I certainly wasn’t going to lose circulation. I could get out of them, but it would take a minute.
“So, um, where’s your writing prompt?” she asked.
“My what?”
“The panties I gave you? Where are they?”
*Oh fuck.* Realization dawned on me, and I was suddenly embarrassed she’d find them in my drawer. I looked away, wondering what to say.
“You lack…*discipline*.” She was developing a habit of using my words against me. Reaching forward, she dug her nails firmly into my calves then raked them down as I tried to pull my legs away. It wasn’t quite painful, but it was close. “As a matter of fact, you’ll call me *Ma’am* for the rest of the night.” She smiled a wicked grin and smacked my calf, then walked over to the side of the bed.
“Well? Don’t make me ask again. Tell me!” I gasped as she slapped my cock sharply.
“Top drawer, with my boxers,” I answered, looking away from her. My face flushed. I hesitated, ashamed. She smacked my aching cock again, hard enough to sting.
“I said call me Ma’am!” She sounded stern.
“Yes, Ma’am.” I spoke through clenched teeth.
“Oh, I like the sound of that,” she replied quietly. “I see why you make little girls call you *Sir*.”
She paused before speaking again, trailing her nails down my leg as she walked away. “How many other girls, Mister Rikes?” She asked, opening my dresser. I answered with silence. I wouldn’t give her the pleasure of knowing that she was the first. “Other…*vulnerable*…girls that you took advantage of? Do their parents know? What about your wife, does she know yet? Should I tell her?” She drew out the word ‘vulnerable,’ almost savoring it while I stared at her ass.
“Here they are! I found them!” She let out a childish giggle of excitement, then turned around and held up the tiny panties she left for me earlier. “You were…going to keep these and jerk off into them, weren’t you?” My cheeks stayed flush, and I could feel my ears burn. I hadn’t actually done anything with them…yet.
“Weren’t you?” She asked again, louder. I nodded, embarrassed. She looked at me disapprovingly, then added a childish pout to her voice. “I’m going to have to punish you. Because what kind of a naughty bad teacher steals his student’s panties?”
She began to strip, and I could see the first drop of clear fluid leak from my cock as she arched her back. She worked slowly, showing off as she peeled away her sports bra. Her breasts stood out pale and firm, with hard pink nipples and barely defined areolae. The way Heather wiggled as she shimmied out of her workout pants was fascinating, and she climbed onto the bed wearing nothing but a black thong. The blue panties were in her hand, and she wrapped them around my aching cock. She began stroking me, stretching the Lycra from the front panel over my glans with every downward thrust. My fluid seeped through.
“You can earn these back if you want,” she offered.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out.
“Ah-ah!” she scolded. “Every noise you make, I walk away.”
At her word she climbed off the bed and walked out of the room, taking the panties with her.
“Where are you going?!” I yelled in protest. “You can’t just leave me here!”
“Didn’t I tell you to be quiet? I’ll be right back! You need to learn some fucking *manners*! ”
I concentrated on taking deep breaths, settling my desire down. Clearly, she knew what she wanted, and I needed to make it through this evening without digging myself in any deeper, if such a concept were even possible. After what seemed like forever I heard the clinking of bottles again in the refrigerator.
I closed my eyes, trying not to be nervous; willing my heart to stop pounding. There was the sound of something hollow on my nightstand. I hadn’t heard her come back in. She started to once again climb on the bed as my eyes opened. Now she was straddling me, me wearing the blue panties she had recovered from my drawer. She had accessorized them with a pair of black fence-net stockings. The lace band cut deliciously into her pale thighs as she knelt above me in dominance.
“You like this?” She asked, running her hands over her taut body. I watched her nails drag and snap the cords of her hosiery, then brush her panties, scraping her midsection, and finally up across her breasts, tweaking her nipples slightly. She finally rested an index finger on her bottom lip, kissing it before placing it on my lips. “Do you want me?” I stared at the red lines her nails left on her skin.
“Yes Ma-” I started to reply before Heather cut me off. Her hand went behind her back, and I could feel her hand around my cock and squeezing harder than was comfortable.
“Nod your head yes, or no,” she said. She sounded suddenly formal, her eyes wide as though in anger. “If I let you speak, you only get to call me Miss Heather, or Ma’am. Understand?” I could feel her nails against my shaft; not digging in, but definitely present.
I nodded my head yes, and she released my member, stroking him almost affectionately as she did.
“Good. You learn well. Now shush. You need to be quiet.” She reached over onto my nightstand and grabbed something soft. Smothering my mouth with her palm, she began cramming it with the used panties she wore to the gym; the ones she masturbated in on my couch. I breathed deeply through my nose, inhaling the scent of her cum from earlier. Her juices were cool and damp on my tongue, and the fabric made my mouth go all cottony.
“I want you to be mine tonight,” she continued. “Be my bitch, and I’ll reward you.”
My eyes widened. *How far was this really going to go?* I wondered. I hadn’t expected this, but it was too late to back out, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted to. Conflicting emotions caused my member to soften slightly. I’m sure she noticed.
“No room mates, no time limits…You’re mine all evening, you know that?” She pointed at her blue panties as I looked down, her nails tapping the point where her vulva disappeared behind the cotton gusset. “You’re the first person I wore these for,” she said, “I bought them for Josh-y, but couldn’t stop thinking about…*my teacher*…instead.” She grabbed my cock, hard. I inhaled sharply through my nose.
“This just the beginning, you know,” she said. She used my headboard to scoot forward, placing her knees above my shoulders and spread her legs further, lowering her damp vulva mere inches above my mouth. I could feel the cords of stocking against my face and arms as she began to gently settle her weight on me. The position was familiar, and welcome. ” Starting tonight, every time we’re in this bedroom, I’m in charge. I’m claiming this room. I’m claiming you, too. Do you understand?” She asked as she tugged the panties from my lips. “Answer me.”
“Ye-yes, Miss Heather.” I knew I was only digging myself in deeper, but a large part of me enjoyed it.
“Mmmmmm. That’s what I like to hear. You were super good at eating her last time, so you get to do it again. Now beg, like you made me do…” I groaned, releasing a mixed sound of pleasure and yearning. She slapped my face lightly, startling me.
“What did I say? Beg. For. Me.”
“Oh, please,” I answered.
“Please what?” She asked. Her hand pressed up against my throat, choking me gently at first, but with increasing pressure. This was decidedly not in the story I had read to her. False nails scratched gently behind my balls with one hand as the other forced my head back. I had never had sex like this before. My wife had always been passive, almost waiting for me to get it over with. My vision started to speckle at the edges. I grew lightheaded. Heather was fading from view as my cock ached and jerked with need. I was reveling in this new form of surrender.
“Please let me eat your pussy…Ma’am,” It was almost a gasp. I wasn’t out of air but would be soon if she didn’t let up. It must have been good enough, behind her back she started stroking my cock gently.
“That’s right, Mr. Rikes. We’re going to try this all over again. You came too soon for me last time.” Heather took her hands off me, using the headboard to force her snatch onto my mouth. She pulled the blue cloth aside, grinding her hips while I lapped and suckled again. It was baby smooth, not even a hint of stubble, and velvety soft against my lips. Her arms stretched out and grabbed my wrists at the neckties, pinning me further with her weight. I stared up at her swaying breasts and toned midsection, her hair cascading over her nipples in an auburn curtain.
“That’s it, fuck me, oh god kiss my fucking pussy.”
Obediently, I licked and teased her hood and her clit, stretching my neck to reach every time she squirmed. My tongue danced in forceful circles as I pressed my lips to the mouth of her sheath, sliding it back and forth between her swollen lips. Her pleasure began to be my only focus. Everything else was washed away by her pungent taste.
For a bit, I forgot about the cold outside, the video, the shame of exploding in my pants, even about my estranged wife. Everything was consumed by thoughts of this girl whose body blotted out the light above. She leveraged the headboard to force herself down further, her lips and clit grinding against my mouth as she circled her hips.
She began to cry out and then pulled back, both of us gasping for air. I was so hard, and wanted nothing more than to touch myself, but my bonds denied me. I shot my head forward, trying to keep eating her, but she was too far back.
“You’ve been a good boy,” she said. “Would you like me to relieve him?” I nodded, searching for surcease. She had climbed off, kneeling by my side.
“Then ask,” she said.
“Yes, please, ma’am.”
“Please, what?” she prompted.
“Please let me cum…” I felt a sudden sting as she slapped my cheek gently.
“Ah-!” She exclaimed. Her eyes went wide, and I anticipated being left there to cool down, but she stared, waggling her finger in my face.
“Please let me cum…Miss Heather.”
“Oh, you ask so nicely.” She paused, reaching over to my nightstand, out of my field of vision. I had forgotten that she set something down. Her hand reappeared with a can of whipped cream. “But, not yet,” she continued, “Be good.”
The thought of being denied after all of these years of being in charge of hundreds of students was taking me into fantasies I had never considered. While Heather had acted her part at the dorm only long enough to get what she wanted, I had settled fully into mine instead, discovering I liked being told what to do. The role reversal was exhilarating, though a small part of my brain whispered that I was still being blackmailed.
“Oh, please, Ma’am. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me cum. Please.” I dragged the last word out. Instead of acquiescing, Heather suddenly pressed the cold can against my balls. I yelped in shock. She giggled.
“Shhhhhh…You were being *sooo* good.” Stuffing the panties back in my mouth, she began working her way down my torso, leaving little chilled squirts of whipped cream at regular intervals until she reached my swollen member. “I hope those taste good,” she said, poking them in slightly deeper. I heard the hiss of the can and felt the cold line of cream up my shaft as she started at my balls, scraping the nozzle against my skin until it hit my head.
“Look what else I found out there,” she said, pulling my cell phone from somewhere at the foot of the bed. I heard the little chime as she unlocked it, and then the shutter as she took a photo of me with dots of slowly running dessert topping all over my body, bound and helpless.
“That’s for you to remember tonight by,” she finished. Setting the phone on the bed, Heather trailed kisses up and down my cock and looked up at me, her face covered in smeared cream. I cried out in muffled pleasure as she took my tip briefly between her teeth.
“Behave. No surprises for me, okay? Last time you shot everywhere, like a fucking kid. I expected better, you know?”
“*Mmmmfhghfhmf*,” I replied.
She went back to working my cock and I started thrusting my hips gently while she teased and fondled my sack. Her nails went up and down my girth. She knew exactly what kind of effect she was having on me as she looked at me with wide, innocent eyes. I felt my orgasm building and building as I thrust faster, hitting the back of her throat. She gagged briefly, and then pressed me back down, using her hand as a buffer while she swirled her tongue in circles. She alternated between that and jerking me off by hand. Finally, she pressed on my hips with her palms, forcing me steady as she took me all down into the back of her throat. I held out for as long as I could before spitting her panties out. Her choking noises had sent me completely over the edge.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to cum!” I yelled. She pulled back and shoved the ball of her thumb against the base of my shaft, cutting off my semen before it could explode.
“No surprises! What a good boy!” She had a wide smile on her face. Her praise quickly turned into a look of disappointment as she licked a drop of semen running down from my head. She gripped harder, cutting off the blood supply as she stroked downward and held, forcing my orgasm back and refusing my release. The pressure seemed unbearable and my eyes rolled back in my head. Orbs of pain, my balls ached between my thighs. Finally, after both the pain and my heavy breathing subsided, she slapped my cock sharply, causing me to jump.
“You forgot to address me. I told you to call me *Miss Heather*.” She pouted over my cock with a worried look. The sudden pain, combined with the fact that my body was convinced that it had come caused me to begin losing my erection. Heather climbed off the bed and went back to my closet, returning with a third, black, necktie. She climbed back on top and hovered over me, breasts dangling in my face as she grabbed the panties from the pillow and shoved them back in my mouth, tying the tie so that I couldn’t spit them back out. She was deliberately keeping me gagged.
“You were supposed to keep those in your mouth,” she said. Her lips looked plump and pillowy, and her face and hands had smudges of white where the whipped cream had been smeared. “I bet Amanda never treated you this good.” *How the fuck did she know my wife’s name?* I started to panic and my member continued getting soft. My mood was instantly lost.
“*Mghfmfff def frghblghhhh?!*” is all that came out, though.
“Shush, no one said you could talk…” She placed her palm over my mouth, smothering me gently for a moment.
Heather was still suspended above me, glorious creamy breasts in my face, and I felt her hand reach my cock and slowly start stroking me. Her nipples brushed back and forth, erect little nubs across my face as she leaned forward. Her ministrations quickly made me hard again.
“That’s all better. Keep being a good boy for me. Just a little more now.” She lowered herself, inch by agonizing inch until I could feel the velvety smooth interior of her little pussy begin to wrap itself around my cock as she eased it in. Her hand moved to her nub, gently teasing it as she began to fuck me. I started thrusting back, but the moment I did so she pulled off me and gripped my cock, hard.
“No,” was all she said. “Don’t move a muscle; and don’t you dare cum, not inside me. Be a real man and hold out for once.”
I took a deep breath through my nose and let it out in a frustrated snort.
She slowly guided me inside her again. Heather shifted back slightly and I could feel my erection press past the fleshy interior where her vagina gave way. She had angled herself so that my head continually hit her G-spot, which was particularly swollen. With every pass I could feel her muscles tremble and tighten. I did my best statue impression, trying to think of unpleasant things to make this last as long as possible.
She started making soft noises of pleasure again, little moans and tiny cries to no one in particular. Her eyes were closed, and I wasn’t even sure that I was anything other than a human sex-toy for her.
She let go of her clit, placing both hands on the headboard as she began to fuck me deeper and faster. She ground her nub against my pelvis, causing my cock to occasionally brush what felt like her cervix as she became lost in her thoughts. The girl who had dominated my every moment was gone, and only a creature of pleasure remained, treating me like a slave in her private fantasy. Finally, she arched her back and cried out in release, grasping her breast hard enough to leave marks in to the soft flesh.
“Whoa, that was intense,” she said after some time. She and I had both been so focused on watching her that I hadn’t come. She climbed off of me and lay on her side, staring at me. I stared back, labored breaths coming through my nose.
“You were so patient for me. I’m going to let you to come now,” she said. I could feel her hand on my cock, slowly stroking as she began talking dirty to me. All thoughts of how she knew my wife’s name were momentarily forgotten. She lay her stockinged leg over my thigh and moved it back and forth gently. That kept me aroused, but nothing makes me as hard as language, especially dirty words used in the right context.
I had taken Heather to be a bit naive when she came to my office, but the person in bed with me was not to be mistaken for anything other than an adult. Ingénue no longer, she had dropped the act to reveal someone who was more comfortable with sex than I had ever expected. She rubbed and stroked my cock, discussing the ways that others had fucked her, and how glad she was that I could show her how a ‘real man’ did it.
I cried out in unintelligible sounds behind my gag as she talked dirty to me in a sing-song voice. Somehow this felt even more risqué.
“Come on, baby, you know you want these…*teen*…*tits*…
“Don’t make me punish you *again* Mark…Not tonight baby.
“How can you make Josh-y look so small…?”
I could feel my orgasm building. My cock was turgid. I wanted to come. I needed to come.
I couldn’t come.
I had both held back and denied so long that there was nothing to show for it. Disappointment must have shown on my face, because Heather ramped up her dirty talk.
“Be my little slut,” she gasped. “That’s it, baby.” She was coaxing me right along. She stroked faster, gripped harder. “Come for me. Show me how much you want my pretty pussy.” Her fishnets brushed my testicles. ” Maybe I’ll dress-up like a little girl and let you spank me.” My hips bucked, responding on their own. My cock twitched spasmodically.
“Oh, is that what you want? Do you want to turn this little girl over your knee?” she asked. I cried out something unintelligible from behind the panties. “That’s what turns you on? You’re fucked up,” she answered. “That’s what we’ll do then. I’ll put on my little church dress, cotton panties, white stockings, little piggy-tails” I was starting to spasm.
“…My teddy bear in my arms. You gonna walk in on me playing with my little slit? Is that what you want?”
*Oh, fuck that’s what I want*.
“I’ll have to be punished. You know you’ll need to bend me over your knee again. You can spank me where I flashed the boys. Tell me how they’ll treat innocent girls. Show me everything they’ll want to do to me. Take me. Be my first–” She was interrupted as shot after shot of sticky semen erupted from me. It shot across my chest, face and pillows in hot jets as she let go of my shaft.
She untied my gag and climbed off the bed.
Remembering my office earlier, I began to be ashamed once more. She left me there with a quickly cooling puddle of cum on my cheeks and torso, which spilled onto my sheets. I stared hard at the little crystal heart suspended above her ass crack before I spit out her panties, as she disappeared, taking her clothes with her.
“Next time I’ll bring you a cock ring, maybe you can last longer then!” She yelled from the hallway. I think the neighbors heard. The fact that she was giggling as she walked away made it feel even more degrading.
I had started working my bonds loose when she returned. While outside the bedroom, she had stripped her lingerie, and stood nude before me. Picking my sweatshirt up from the floor, she threw it on the bed at my feet. She bore a green towel from the hall in one hand, her underwear in the other.
“Here. Clean yourself up,” she said. “You’re a mess.” Throwing the towel on my midsection, she walked to the head of the bed to finish untying my wrists. She grabbed the other set of panties from the pillow and dangled both pair in my face. “I’ll let you keep these here, since you wanted them so bad,” she said. “Make sure you wash them for me, okay? I don’t want your dirty stains on them. I’ll put them in with your boxers and pick them up next time. ”
*Next time?* I thought. I didn’t say it though. I nodded slowly, unsure if there would be a next time, or whether I wanted to chance another encounter.
“Good god you’re a fucking pervert.”
With that, she carried my sweatshirt out of the bedroom, and I heard water start running. I lay there for a minute or two before getting up. The bathroom door was locked. I walked in to the kitchen, unsure of how I felt about what had just transpired.
Using a clean spot on the towel that Heather threw at me and some warm water from the dish sink I cleaned the rest of my semen from my belly, chest, and face before returning to the bedroom to change the sheets. I placed my cell phone on the night stand in the bedroom and plugged it in. I was turning the events over in my head, playing out my conflicted feelings of humiliation and arousal while wondering where this was really going to go.
I had just replaced my sullied comforter with two blankets to ward against the outside chill when Heather walked into the bedroom, her hair in a thick wet braid. She wore my maroon sweatshirt and, I suspected, nothing underneath.
“I’m *sooooo* tired, oh, and you need conditioner if I’m going to shower here again. I’ll bring some over” she said. “Let’s get some sleep.”
*Conditioner? Bring some over?* “You’re staying?” I asked. She barely came to the middle of my chest. For some reason I felt no desire to address her by her ‘title’ now. She looked over at my cellphone, and the time displayed on it.
“Really Mark? It’s…like midnight and…what…five degrees out? Besides, I don’t have anywhere else to go tonight. I don’t have a car, money for a hotel, and Laura’s got her girlfriend over. I’m kinda fucking stuck. I just banged the shit out of you. Be a gentleman, ‘kay?”
“So that’s it, huh?”
“No wonder you’re still single. You didn’t expect me to just fuck and leave did you? What, you wanted me to take cab fare and disappear like some dumb sorority bitch?”
“Well- but, no?” I sputtered.
“Good, I’m exhausted,” she replied as she flipped the pillows, before climbing into bed on what was usually my side. “We’ll talk in the morning. It’s already tomorrow, and I need sleep.” I climbed in to the spot I had never slept in before. The mattress was new and firm here. I had replaced it when I walked out on Amanda for doing exactly what I was doing now.
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