I can’t post another set of pics this weekend, so I’m writing out another story instead. This is my first time posting on this subreddit. It’s a mix between a fantasy I’ve had and a story I made up as I went.
A little back story so this all makes sense: I didn’t get asked to go to prom with anyone last year. This story is about how prom would have been if the situation was just a *little* different ?. Enjoy!
_________________________________________________________
I stand on the back porch in a long red dress, glad the pictures are all over. The dress is simple in comparison to the other girl’s sparkles, sequins, and jewels, but I am glad that it is. This dress is simple and elegant and makes me feel special in my own way. Gold earrings and a special gold bracelet are the only pieces of jewelery I wear. My mother loves the bracelet I “found” but she’d instantly hate it if she knew that *he* was the one who gave it to me. It’s a little piece of himself to keep near me, even if he can’t be directly at my side.
My phone chimes with a text. I see his message flash across the screen and step to the side so I can talk to him.
*Can’t wait to see you tonight baby girl. Are you wearing my bracelet? *
*Yes Sir, I am. Can’t wait to see you too. Wish you were here ?*
*I’m right there. That bracelet is me. It’s caressing your skin like I would if I was there. It’s locked to your wrist because you’re mine. Only I can take it off you. The multiple, rope-like strands are to remind you of how pretty you will look tied up and helpless for me. To them it’s a bracelet, but to us it’s a reminder and a promise. You’re mine, and even in a sea of those sweaty teens, you’ll always belong to me. Understand?*
*Yes sir. Thank you very much. I touch it often to remind me of you.*
*Very good baby girl. What are you wearing under your dress? *
*A black strapless bra and panties sir*
* I want you to go to your room and grab the box of lingerie I gave you for your birthday. Take out the lace black bra and thong and go to the bathroom. I want you to change into the new panties and then send me a picture so I know you’re wearing them correctly. Tell me how they feel afterwards*
I look around and see that most of the kids and parents are talking in the living room. I slip upstairs, grab the lingerie, and start to change. I take three pictures with my dress pulled up so he can see my pussy before, during, and after changing the panties.
* Here are the pictures Sir. The panties feel a little weird, but I like them. They look very nice and I love that you picked them for me. Another piece of you to have with me tonight ?*
*Except this one is on my baby girl’s little pussy*
* Haha yeah it’s a little bit different. The pictures are all done so I should be coming to see you soon.*
*see you soon baby girl*
*see you soon Sir*
Putting my phone away, I walk out of the bathroom. In the living room, I see that everyone is putting their jackets and shoes on. I strap in my favorite red and gold heels and put on my formal black jacket before heading out with the group. I hug my mother at the door, seeing sadness in her eyes because I am leaving alone on such a special night. If only she knew the truth…
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The drive is relatively quick as the excited chatter and gossip helps pass the time. We wait in line to get inside, and I search for him over the hundreds of people. I hang my head when I am led to my table without finding him.
My phone chimes with a message:
*Beautiful girls should never hang their heads, and my God you look beautiful baby girl. I want those ruby red lips all over me. *
A warm thrill runs through me at his words and I frantically look for him around the room. I finally see him, standing next to our psychology teacher. His back is to me and his arms are crossed as he makes small talk. His pants fit perfectly around his sexy ass and legs, and his rolled up sleeves are pure torture. The muscles on his bare forearms flex as he crosses his arm, reminding me of all the things his strong arms and hands can do. He looks over his shoulder at me and gives me a little smirk before pulling out his phone.
*I love it when you look at me like that baby girl.*
A smile breaks out across my flushed face as I quickly turn back to the table. I start to text him back, but my friend words stop me.
“Melanie why do you keep looking at Mr M? I mean I know he’s hot, but the guy’s going to think you’re some kind of freak!”
He was more than hot to me, and he knew exactly what kind of freak I was. I should be allowed to look at him all I want, but I know I can’t around these people.
*I see your friend stopped our fun. Pity. We’ll just have to change how we have fun then won’t we?*
I want to ask him what he means, but then it starts. I jumped, banging my knee on the table and drawing unwanted attention to myself. I quickly brush off the curious questions and then turn around. With wide eyes I turn to face Sir, certain that shock, fear, and excitement play across my face.
He’s still talking to the teacher but as he glances in my direction a smug grin stretches across his face for a split second. He turns towards the teacher a little bit more while slowly reaching into his pocket and flashing me the tiny remote he has stored. He presses a button and the vibrations on my clit instantly stop. He slips the remote back into his pocket and pats it twice before ignoring me again.
I flush all over, knowing the little vibrator could turn on again at any moment. The anticipation has me on edge throughout dinner. By the time dessert comes I have relaxed in my seat, excited that two of my favorite things are on the plate: mousse and cheesecake. The chocolate mousse is delicious, but as I take a bite of the cheesecake the vibrations start again. I choke around the cheesecake coughing and sputtering yet feeling so so good. The setting must have been turned up because the vibrations are much stronger. I take a sip of my water and try to calm down a bit before sending Sir a message.
*You made me choke on my cheesecake ?*
*I’m sorry baby girl. You’d finally let your guard down. Couldn’t have you guessing when my suprises would come.*
*I love your suprises! They have me wet and wanting and hot all over*
I glance over at him to see his reaction as he reads my text. His head snaps up and he looks directly at me. Glaring.
*Naughty, naughty girl. Knowing I can’t come over and see for myself now… *
*Just for you Sir ?. I’m sorry, I just thought you’d want to know… *
*Oh I do baby girl, but I want to see it for myself*
*Well I’m squirming for you Sir. If it becomes too much, may I cum? *
*No, no you cannot. Unless I tell you otherwise, you can’t cum.*
*Okay Sir I understand*
* Good girl, now go dance. I want to watch you.*
I hadn’t even noticed that the music had started up and people were on the dance floor. Leaving my phone in the bag, I went out onto the dance floor. I had a fun time dancing with my friends and being silly, but at the same time I always made sure my ass was facing Sir and moving to the beat just for him. When the slow song comes on I try to go back to the table, but one of the boys asks me to dance. I want to say no, but I have no good excuse. I agree to one song. I try to keep my distance, but he puts his hands on my waist and pulls me closer. To my left, I see Sir and his furious eyes. He’s glaring daggers at the back of the boys head. All of a sudden, his face gets completely calm. In a split second the vibrations are back, with such power and speed that my knees buckle. I fall into the boy, hiding my face in his shirt so he can’t see the pleasure I’m feeling. It feels so good, but it’s way too intense. I know I might cum if Sir keeps it powered too long. I fist my hands in the back of the boy’s shirt and tilt my head so I can meet Sir’s eyes. I plead with him, nearly in tears as I try to hold it back. He watches me with an impassive expression; the hand clenching and flexing at his side is the only indication that he is even remotely effected. It’s taking all I have not to grind against the boy in front of me, just to get some kind of release. I bite my lip hard trying to silence my moans. I think Sir might stop the vibrations, but instead he bumps it up one more level. I’m screaming on the inside, and I’m sure everyone around me knows what’s going on.
I’m clutching the boy for dear life, and by the end of the song I sprint away from the dance floor. Sir has waited for me by the door but walks away without looking back when he sees me leave the dance floor. I know I have to follow him.
He leads me to the designated teacher’s restrooms and pushes me inside the men’s section.
“I should have punished you out there in front of all those people. You let that…that child touch what was mine!” he says as he pushes me against the wall.
“I-I’m sorry Sir, but I couldn’t reject him. He’s a r-really nice guy”
He wraps his hand around my throat, putting delicious pressure on it and looks me directly in the eyes. ” I don’t care if he’s a saint. I don’t care if you have to break his heart. Hell, I don’t care if you have to break 100 hearts tonight! No. One. Touches. What’s. Mine. Understood? ”
The combination of his sexy, possessive words, his hand on my throat and the vibrator on my clit is just too much.
“Yes S-Sir. I’m s-so sorry Sir. C-can you please please turn off the vibrator? I can’t hold in it in much l-longer.”
“Well you should have thought of that before you danced with that boy. Mm I love it when you beg. Is your pussy begging me as well?”
Without giving me time to respond, he dropped to his knees, lifting the dress so he could see his special panties underneath. He takes a deep breath, pressing his nose to the front of my panties and pushing the vibrator further into my pussy.
“I love the way my baby girl’s little pussy smells” Sir says, before peeling the panties down. He teases me by dragging one lone finger across my pussy to collect the wetness gathered there before sucking it into his mouth. I whimper from the sweet torture.
“…and her poor little clit that I’ve abused all night” he says. I let out a shriek as his tongue lightly flicks my clit over and over again.
“Please can I cum sir! Please! ”
He pulls back and pats the little hair on top of my mound.
“I would have let you if you had been good baby girl, but I won’t. Not yet.” He says.
Sir pulls me flush against his side with both of his hands on my ass, “I’m going to fuck you now. Hard. And your little pussy better not cum until I say so. Understood?”
“Yes Sir.” I say, though I’m dying to cum. I don’t know if I can hold it but I’ll do my best for Sir.
He turns me to face the bathroom mirror and bend me down until my arms were resting against the sink. He pulls me flush against his pant-covered cock, the material of his pants harsh against my sensitive pussy. He rubs his cock against me for a bit, teasing before taking his cock out.
I glance in the mirror, taking in the scene we make. The beautiful dress now carelessly hitched up on my hips, with my pussy exposed and ready to be fucked. Him fully clothed with his cock out and ready to fuck me. It was beautiful, sexy, and exciting.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He fucked me hard that night and left me begging for more. I came so hard when he finally said I could and I was so sated and happy as his hot cum filled my pussy. When I could finally stand up, some cum leaked out, but he rubbed it all over my pussy and nipples, marking me even more.
Sir sent me out to enjoy the rest of prom with his cum soaking into the bra and panty set he had chosen just for me. I went back to having a great time with friends, but with Sir always on my mind. He went back to being Mr. M, the student teacher and chaperone of the dance, watching me from afar.
_________________________________________________________
Thanks for reading! If you liked it please check back into r/dreamingfaraway for more stories and posts! ?
(Sorry for any grammar mistakes, I write for fun and edit it myself, so it’s not perfect)
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/45glwz/a_different_kind_of_prom_night_m_f
Great work!!!
Loved this!