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Make You Drip

Tuesday evening, she received another text from 'Mr. Smith’ telling her the same place and same time. He did not even care if she had prior engagements, or probably, he knew even if she had, she would break them to meet with him. When she got to the room, he wasn’t there again, she saw a card on the bed with a tiny silk rope. The card reads, Blindfold yourself and kneel for me. Always the obedient girl; she did as she was told.The blackness within her eyelids was total, created entirely by the silk she tied to her own eyes as she was ordered. She was kneeling on the floor of the hotel room; its weave pressed into her kneecaps, her b

Spreading Bar

The friction became a haze, a heat wave about to incinerate her from the inside out. Hartwell’s cock grew even thicker in the confines of her pussy, the pulsation of his veins against the walls of her channel indicating that the end was near. But Quin prepared herself to feel the burning liquid filling up her pussy, marking the conclusion of the punishment. She held herself tightly to the wall behind her, nails scraping the surface, awaiting the inevitable hot shot of pleasure followed by the release of his cum. However, the pattern broke abruptly. He stopped dead in his tracks, not pausing for one second but completely stopping, as if turned into a statue. The noise of their breathing ceased, the air suddenly getting thicker and harder to breathe. The next moment, he disengaged himself from her body, leaving her cunt empty and

Bad Day

Bad DayThe rest of the week went by in a haze, she had three other tests that week. By friday; she was invited to a football match. Dex's best friend is the captain of the football team, which meant that Dex would be there so she agreed to attend. She wore one of her short shorts and her favorite hoodie because the weather was chilly, under it was a tank top with her nipple begging to be touched. Since Tuesday, the only hands that had touched it were hers, whenever she was busy touching herself for pleasure. The football field was totally unlike the tennis court. Loud.

Watching Dex

After Tuesday, Quin and Prof didn’t meet again and she wouldn’t deny that she misses him a lot. She loved their fucking and everything they do together. Even when her butt was still burning. By the next Monday, they had an impromptu quiz in Professor Hartwell’s class, she only did the quiz without putting much thought into it. By the end of the quiz, just when she thought she would go to his office, he sent her a message telling her not to come. She understood he did not want her to be in his office because of the test scripts. So she sent another text: ‘tonight?’ He replied, ‘no, I will tell you when next.&

Most Talented Student

During class on Monday, the human anatomy and physiology quiz papers were handed out. As the professor went around the rows and placed each test paper face down on the students' desks, whispers echoed throughout the room. Students who admitted that they hadn't understood the muscular system and were now ready to take the next test seriously dominated. Quin didn't feel nervous. She simply hadn't thought about the exam once she had completed it.Flipping over her test paper as soon as it hit her desk, she saw her grade. 97%. Frowning, she was disappointed that she hadn't realized how hard the questions would be. Her classmates around her let out moans as they compared their results. Fifty-eight, seventy-two and a guy behind her complaining that Hartwell's tests were impossible. Quickly, she tucked away her paper in the notebook before anyone could see it.As the class cleared out, she sat for a moment watching the students discuss the answers they couldn't agree on. She had remembered e

Thinking About You, Sir

Hartwell watched her carefully, his eyes getting darker with each passing second as he looked at her naked form. Unfastening his belt, he threw the leather thing to the chair and then unbuttoned his pants, freeing his erect dick. It showed itself with a glisten of pre-cum on it."Look at you," he growled. "Such a desperate slut." Not entering her yet, he leaned down and put his mouth to her inner thigh, biting down hard enough to make her cry out loudly."Sir!""Be quiet," he ordered, licking the red bite mark with his tongue. Moving higher up, his nose brushed the trimmed hairs of her mound. Inhaling deeply, he scented her arousal. "You smell like a slut in heat. Were you wet when walking here?""Yes," she trembled, answering. "I was thinking about you, sir.""Good. Lay still," he said. Reaching between them, he grabbed his cock and slapped it to her wet cunt with a lewd sound. He did it again, harder this time, watching how her body responded with pleasure."You wanted this reward?"

Being Wanted

In some ways, masturbation was another experience from being fucked, because this process required more effort and exposure of that side of her to him."Do not make me repeat myself," he warned with his voice dropping in a threatening way. "You will get ten seconds to change your mind or I will take control of your actions."The panic flooded through her, and with it came all the strength she did not realize she had. She opened her fingers and pressed her middle finger against her clitoris; the electrical shock traveled straight to her pelvis. It hurts, burning and painful. Under it is the flame of passion, which is not yet quenched.She started to move her fingers.The circles were awkward and jerky as her body protested to the movement. "Good girl," Hartwell murmured, watching her hand attentively. "Show me how much you want me."She sobbed helplessly, leaning her head backwards. The waves of sensation were flooding through her. Her clitoris burned like a hot wire, swollen to twice

Star-fish

"Do you think a young boy such as yourself could possibly know how to handle you?" he sneered, arrogance and confidence oozing from his tone. "Do you think they would possibly understand what you require?" Each of his words gave a different kind of thrust.Quin shook her head; she was not able to respond due to the way the friction of his erection moving inside her was affecting her."Experience is more than simply time, Quin," he lectured, his thrusts accentuating his words. "Experience is power. I know your body better than you because I have learned to speak its language. I know when you require pain, I know when you require holding, and I know that you require someone to relieve the pressure from your shoulders by means of putting a collar around your neck."The kink aspect of their relationship became a reality to her now, another level she didn't even realize that she had passed until she was already past it. And while it wasn't only about the sex or the degradation; it was abou

Hartwell’s slut

“You’re going to tell me, you filthy slut,” growled Hartwell as he leaned in and trailed his finger through her folds, soaking up her juices. “Who owns this pussy? Whose mess is this?”“I’m yours, Hartwell,” Quin whispered, her voice shaking. “This is your filthy cunt.”“You better believe it,” he replied as he smeared her juices on her lower belly, marking her territory. “And just look how wet it is for me. Are you ready for more? Do you want me to fuck you till you forget your name?”“Yes sir,” she answered in a strangled cry, arching her back as far as the ties would let her. “Please, fuck me. Take me. Use me.”He smacked her pussy with a slap that made her cry out as it stung her. The sound was obscene and wet. “Beg for it like I told you. Tell me exactly what you want me to do with this hole.”“Fuck me with your cock,” she cried, those words falling from her lips in an eruption of humiliation and the hot flame burning in her belly. “Fill me with your cock. Shove it right in. I wa

Who Made It Red

Class for the day had ended, Quin packed her bags and headed out of the auditorium with the stream of students spilling into the hallway. At the entrance, she saw Reeves leaning against the wall outside her class. One shoulder hung loosely on the pillar made of bricks; his legs were crossed, with one hand inside the pocket of his blue jeans and another spinning his car keys. He appeared very relaxed, like he was waiting outside the lecture rooms for girls on a daily basis. The afternoon light shone through the glass windows and lit up his strands of light brown hair; then, as soon as his eyes met her, a mischievous smile formed.The locker room and resting room scenes flashed before her eyes, causing her cheeks to redden in embarrassment.Reeves pushed himself off the wall and moved towards her, not once letting that self-assurance slip from his face."Long time coming," he joked, pretending to look at an imaginary watch. "I thought maybe your professor had taken you hostage."Quin

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