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Darkness Part 7 – The Schoolgirl Gets to Cum [part 7 of 8]
By: aj (oodeex@yahoo.com)This is a continuation of my epic story. In the fan base there are a number of my single stories, however, if you read along with me you will probably find out that they all are linked in some way. For the most part you could probably read this as a stand-alone story with just a little bit of background information. The Professor is teasing the Schoolgirl after she has finished reading out loud the conclusion to a previous adventure. If you read parts 5 and 6 it will fill you in nicely. While your at it, why not read it from the beginning.
Anyway, enjoy my little epic. k
The School Girl gets to Cum
His fingers never stopped their constant attack on my legs as I developed and then told him the rest of the story. Sliding up my leg, gently caressing the skin above my socks, feeling the heat radiating from inside of my thighs, and never touching my pussy that was again aching for his touch. I wanted him to take control of my body like in the story. I wanted to feel his tongue buried deep in my ass. And then I wanted to be like his star pupil and sit down on his magnificent prick.
Please professor, your fingers are driving me crazy, please touch me.
I would whisper over and over again trying to encourage him to just touch me.. Please master, my pussy is so wet, please.
Realizing that my needs would have to be delayed until he decided it was time, he would simply continue to tease me with his fingers. Also understanding that I just happened be in the same position as the girl in the story I just finished composing, that is standing between his legs with my backside to him, I decided to just bend at my knees and sit down on his wonderful prick. In this way I could take control
I could look down between my spread legs and see that he was as excited as I was. His prick formed a nice outline in his pants and if I looked close enough I could almost see him throb with each new movement. When the opportunity presented itself I could just sat down capturing him between my legs. I ached to feel him trapped between my legs, I wanted to feel him throb and pulsate against my very wet pussy. After a few more moments of his assault on my legs I simply sat down in his lap capturing him.
I felt like I was now in control.
The small chain thong that made up my thong was nestled into the folds of my ass and a small section was also pressing against my pussy. I discovered that any small movement by me would cause the chain to press deeper into my being and tantalize my throbbing clit. With this new discovery, I began to rub myself against him.
As I moved against his throbbing prick I could almost feel my wetness spreading from deep within my pussy and begin to coat the outside of his pants. With each movement we were doubly teased, me by the delicate chain pressing against my clit, he also by the chain as it rubbed against him. As I sat straight up on his lap I took his hands, actually grabbing his wrists and pressed them against his seat handle, effectively trapping them again much like I did as the stripper. Much as before, in this position he could not touch me, he could only sit back and enjoy the ride, my ride.
As I slid up and down on his stiff member moans of his pleasure filled my head. He was enjoying this as much as I was, perhaps even a little more.
With each movement down the chain pressed against my aching clit, with each move up I could feel the head of his prick as it was pushed between my ass. I still wanted to feel him deep inside my pussy. Even more after everything that I experienced today I needed to feel him deep inside me. I could tell that he was close to cumming as I continued my blitz against his trapped prick. It was time to stop before that delicious load of cum was wasted inside his pants. I am sure that if I caused that to happen, there probably would be a punishment in store for me.
I stood up and again looked down between my legs, looked down and saw how my wetness had completely coated the front of his pants.
His hard, throbbing prick was clearly outlined against our combined mess. As I moved away from between his legs he was also able to look down and see my wetness all over his front.
You have certainly made a mess, young miss. His eyes had that dreamy look in them but even though his voice seemed a bit stricter in the tone he used. Somehow I knew that it was now his turn for control, after all the adventures we had experienced together it was something we both just understood. I think that naughty girls who make a mess on their teacher’s pants should be taught a lesson. Although it was a whispered tone, it still was a firm tone. I did not have an opportunity to respond as he took hold of my wrists, spun me around and pulled me down across his knees. Laying across his lap in this position he was able to grasp both of my wrists into his hand and hold them against my back preventing me from escaping. During our times together he completely would dominate me simply by holding both of my hands in one of his.
On one level I felt completely helpless, and yet on another level I had never been so excited at the prospect of what was to come.
Holding my hands against the small of my back, I could press down against him and could still fell his prick pressing against my clit. Any movement whether initiated by my actions or thru his movements would not only continue to excite me bringing me closer to my orgasm, but, any movement would also excite him. I think he knew this.
His hand slid up my legs again, only instead of the constant teasing of earlier he continued sliding his fingers against my skin reaching my very short skirt and lifting the material completely out of the way.
Warm hands began to caress each of my buttocks, it was as if his fingers were making love to them. The slight pressure of his touch on my ass cheeks caused me to move very slowly against him. With each of these new touches, with each additional amount of pressure against my ass, it seemed as if my clit was pressed against more firmly against his throbbing member.
He continued to caress my ass even as he began to speak, For your punishment, I think that a spanking is in order. In this position and now hearing what will his plans were for me, my body continued to respond to his whispering. Of course once he had pulled me done against him, I fully understood what was to come next. Although we had talked and teased each other about a spanking, it had never actually occurred. As always with him, the tease is a big part of the game.
At some point I was able to look back toward the dressing room curtain, not really knowing what to expect, but being drawn there anyway. Stephanie, my beautiful Stephanie, was standing in the doorway watching us. She had been watching us the entire time, probably watching us through each of the previous Acts. I could see that she had her skirt pulled up and her hand was thrust into her panties, firmly locked between her legs. She not only was watching, but in this small way she was also becoming a participant in the adventure. Her hand was a flurry of movement buried deep in what I could only imagine was a very wet, very excited, very beautiful pussy.
Our eyes met and I could see a smile form on her delicate lips.
Much like my master, I could detect the flames of passion that she too was experiencing. Just before I turned away I watched as she whispered to me I love you and it seemed as if she blew me a kiss across the room. My heart soared. Each cheek will receive 5 spanks for a total of 10. I was again reminded of my delicate position with his words. His hands felt so soothing as they slid over my ass cheeks.
He lifted his hand away from gently touching me and I began to sense what was about to happen. Talking about it was one thing, being in a position where it actually was about to happen was something else altogether. One part of me dreaded receiving 5 spanks on each cheek, as he so delicately spoke it; another part of me wanted to feel it happen.
I was completely mesmerized by this, I ached to feel his touch, I needed this. The muscles in my ass tightened as I awaited the first touch. My heart was pounding in my chest, not fully knowing what to expect as he; my professor, my master, my lover began.
Smack. The sound of his hand spanking echoed thru the small room. One I whispered. I knew he would want to hear me count off each of the spanks. There continues to be those parts of us that just know these things. The effect of the sharp slap resonated thru my entire body. As his hand made contact I was pushed down even more firmly against his prick.
In this position the tip of his beautiful prick was pressing against the chain that was also pressing against my clit. When his hand came in contact with my ass I could felt his prick rub against my already throbbing, pulsating, over excited clit. My ass immediately began to warm up to the invasion. The pain, although only for a moment, pushed my passion higher.
Smack. Thru my gasping breath I whispered Two. As I felt his hand contact with my cheek, I began to rock against his hardness, actively pushing my pussy into his crotch, adding to our mutual excitement and taking us away thru our passion for each other.
Smack. Three.
Only three and it was becoming more and more difficult to speak. My breath was now coming in short gasps, my pussy pushed harder against my lover. I felt him tremble.
Smack. I glanced back looking at Stephanie as I somehow managed to say Four. She was still in the doorway, still watching. Even at the distance that separated us I could sense the passion in her very being. She was also consumed with the events of this day. erotic stories male dominance
Smack. I was so involved in watching Stephanie that I failed to anticipate the next strike. My body jumped again as I spoke slightly louder now, Five.
Smack. Our bodies, seemingly locked together in this dance of passion and yet still separated by our clothes, rocked even more against each other. With this spank I felt him push up against me, meeting my downward push. He was beginning to anticipate my movement and now was actively responding to it. I barely was able to whisper Six. It was getting harder to concentrate. I wanted to cum, no, I needed to cum. The mixture of pain and pleasure continues to amaze and drive me.
Smack. My ass felt like it was on fire.
Once I was able to get past the pain, I could feel the warmth spreading thru my entire body. It not only added to the heat I already felt in in my pussy, but began to warm up my legs, my chest, and my mind. Seven.
Smack. I was now holding my breath and clenching my ass anticipating the last three spanks. As my ass tightened around the thin chain that was both my thong and my pleasure it too added to my pain/pleasure. Eight
Smack. Our bodies were now locked in constant motion against each other. No longer was the oncoming spank necessary for us. He pushed himself against me, fucking me thru our clothing.
My clit was throbbing for release; my tits ached to be touched, to be pinched. I wanted to cum. I was so close. Nine. My whispered response was barely heard as I prepared myself for the last spank. With number nine, he relaxed his hold on me a bit. His hand touched my ass cheeks which I’m sure glowed a bright red from his punishment. As his hand just rested on my ass, he whispered, One final spank, my love. One more.
Smack. With this final touch I was pushed over the edge. My clit pressed against his prick. The constant pressure, the building of my own excitement in part caused by the thin chain rubbing against my clit, his hand reaching up to deliver one final blow, the sounds of Stephanie in the background as she also began to cum, and finally his whispered words Cum for me was all together too much as I exploded in a shattering orgasm as I shouted Ten. My body shook and quivered as each new sensation pushed me higher as I came over and over. The entire day flashed thru my mind much like a old movie, slow moving frames flickering and playing out our passion play. With each renewed memory another orgasm ripped thru my body.
Each scene clearly brought into focus, each new adventure triggering a new level of passion and with each new chapter of the day another whispered cum for me echoed thru my mind driving me higher.
Trying on my new boots and the walk thru the mall to arrive here was just the beginning. The anticipation of what would happen once we arrived. Meeting my new lover, Stephanie. The hidden ‘acts’ of the changing room. Some day I would have to share my story with him, perhaps he may already know. Dressing in the different outfits and acting out the different scenarios. For a moment I lived out many of his fantasies, and perhaps a few of my own. I became his office tease, dressed in black stockings and what he would call fuck me heels.
I evolved into his private stripper, putting on a show only for his eyes. I continue to be his student, and he continues to be my professor as we both learn about our love.
It seemed that as I remembered each time I came this afternoon, and there were a number of them, I would relive it in some small part now, laying across his legs and cum again.
As the movie continued and with each new thought my passion grew even higher. Stephanie and her amazing tongue ring on my clit. Watching him as he lifted my yellow panties to his nose and breathed in my essence. His story, that quickly become our story with my interpretation.
With each new memory my body was racked with a more powerful orgasm until my memories reached this moment. Ten, I cried out again. Ten, Ten, Ten I yelled. Finally the ride was over and I collapsed on his lap.
His arms wrapped themselves around me pulling me up to a sitting position. I fell against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, my arms around his neck. His hands held me tight to him as I slowly drifted off.
To be continued.
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