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vixenshe said:
Absolutely, you may skip them
Sorry you're not feeling well
An Idea...
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Absolutely, you may skip them
Sorry you're not feeling well
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Re: goodnight
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Nite Gwillie
I would make sure that I looked spectacular that day, as I headed to economics class (what I'm doing there, I don't know, cus I'm a history student. Anyway...) I would probably wear a knee-length black skirt with a slit in the back, a white fitted blouse, and a black bra underneath. Obviously, a black thong would be in order, and yes, I'd actually wear black stockings. I hate high heels, but I'd wear those, too. And I'd wear a black cardigan over my blouse... the blouse has ruffles around the neck, but a scooping V-neckline, and the sweater would be left open. And I'd wear my collar. My hair would be up in a bun, held there by a pencil. And I'd wear my glasses. Makeup would be very natural, but accenting both my eyes and my lips.
After class, I'd wander slowly, perfectly silently, up to him as he erases the blackboards. He wouldn't hear me, and he'd only notice I was there once I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. He drops the eraser. Chalk dust gets all over his pants. I quickly, nonchalantly brush the chalk off of his thigh, realizing full well that he's got a glimpse of my breasts, nestled in my blouse. And then I'd stand up, straighten my blouse (making it seem tighter over my chest). I'd brush a whisp of hair out of my face (unruly hair!), and then sit on his desk, asking him to sit down for a moment. I know that no one is going to come in, because this classroom is empty for another hour, and a couple friends of mine shut the doors on their way out.
I'd calmy address my professor, in a honey-sweet, yet very sultry voice, telling him that I'm concerned about my grade... I'd cross my legs seductively in front of him, which would hike my skirt up, just a bit. And then I'd run my freshly-manicured fingernails over my leg softly, as if I didn't realize I was doing it. I'd tell him that I've worked hard, but don't understand the material. Maybe he could tutor me? I'd be EVER so grateful if he tutored me. He hesitates, watching my fingernails move, and my breasts swell, tight inside the shirt as I breathe. He begins to say that it's not such a good idea... and I move so that I'm closer to him... I run my fingernails down his shoulder, to his wrist, and I look him deep in the eyes, biting my bottom lip... my voice turns pouty as I explain that I CAN"T fail this course, that I NEED the grade....
"What would I have to do to pass?", I ask... "what do you want me to do?"
I know I'm leaving him wide open to ask for favours, to order favours. He hesitates some more, and I whisper, "do you want me to beg, Sir?" I slowly slide off of the desk, my skirt hiking up higher as I do so, and I settle on my knees in front of him, gazing up at him emploringly, my breasts practically displayed to him at this angle.... He is breathing hard, and I notice the swelling in his crotch... I gently lean forward, my breath deep and hard... and I slide my hands over his thighs...
"Can I help you with anything, Sir? Is there ANYTHING at ALL I can do to pass?.... I know what you want, Sir....." and I gently lean forward.. slowly, so as to not scare him, and I run my tongue over the crotch of his pants. He begins to stutter and get flustered, telling me this is wrong, that we'll be found, that something could happen... but I slide up his body until I'm sitting in his lap, and I tell him to hush... nothing bad will happen....
I slowly take my cardigan off, revealing more of my shape to his gaze, and then I toss my glasses away, onto my cardigan. I reach up slowly, showing off the shape of my breasts, and I pull the pencil from my hair, so that my hair comes cascading down my shoulders and back.... I watch his eyes, as they are fixed on my breasts, and then I tip his chin up to look at me....
"Mr. Jacobson? Do we have an agreement?"
He hesitates again, and I lean in, and lick the side of his face, my left hand reaching for and gently rubbing over his crotch.... He nods to me, frantically, and I smile, then lean forward to kiss him.... he doesn't allow it, and instead jumps up, throws me on the desk and rips off my stockings and thong....
He proceeds to fuck me thoroughly, finishing by pulling out of my pussy, and coming in my mouth...
As we straighten up, and smile at each other, he tells me that, in order for my grade to improve, I'm going to have to work VERY hard to prove to him that I want the mark... I smile at him, and whisper in his ear "trust me, Mr. Jacobson... you won't be disappointed"....
And then I gather my things and wander from the room, knowing that he's watching my ass sway as I leave...
After class, I'd wander slowly, perfectly silently, up to him as he erases the blackboards. He wouldn't hear me, and he'd only notice I was there once I gently placed my hand on his shoulder. He drops the eraser. Chalk dust gets all over his pants. I quickly, nonchalantly brush the chalk off of his thigh, realizing full well that he's got a glimpse of my breasts, nestled in my blouse. And then I'd stand up, straighten my blouse (making it seem tighter over my chest). I'd brush a whisp of hair out of my face (unruly hair!), and then sit on his desk, asking him to sit down for a moment. I know that no one is going to come in, because this classroom is empty for another hour, and a couple friends of mine shut the doors on their way out.
I'd calmy address my professor, in a honey-sweet, yet very sultry voice, telling him that I'm concerned about my grade... I'd cross my legs seductively in front of him, which would hike my skirt up, just a bit. And then I'd run my freshly-manicured fingernails over my leg softly, as if I didn't realize I was doing it. I'd tell him that I've worked hard, but don't understand the material. Maybe he could tutor me? I'd be EVER so grateful if he tutored me. He hesitates, watching my fingernails move, and my breasts swell, tight inside the shirt as I breathe. He begins to say that it's not such a good idea... and I move so that I'm closer to him... I run my fingernails down his shoulder, to his wrist, and I look him deep in the eyes, biting my bottom lip... my voice turns pouty as I explain that I CAN"T fail this course, that I NEED the grade....
"What would I have to do to pass?", I ask... "what do you want me to do?"
I know I'm leaving him wide open to ask for favours, to order favours. He hesitates some more, and I whisper, "do you want me to beg, Sir?" I slowly slide off of the desk, my skirt hiking up higher as I do so, and I settle on my knees in front of him, gazing up at him emploringly, my breasts practically displayed to him at this angle.... He is breathing hard, and I notice the swelling in his crotch... I gently lean forward, my breath deep and hard... and I slide my hands over his thighs...
"Can I help you with anything, Sir? Is there ANYTHING at ALL I can do to pass?.... I know what you want, Sir....." and I gently lean forward.. slowly, so as to not scare him, and I run my tongue over the crotch of his pants. He begins to stutter and get flustered, telling me this is wrong, that we'll be found, that something could happen... but I slide up his body until I'm sitting in his lap, and I tell him to hush... nothing bad will happen....
I slowly take my cardigan off, revealing more of my shape to his gaze, and then I toss my glasses away, onto my cardigan. I reach up slowly, showing off the shape of my breasts, and I pull the pencil from my hair, so that my hair comes cascading down my shoulders and back.... I watch his eyes, as they are fixed on my breasts, and then I tip his chin up to look at me....
"Mr. Jacobson? Do we have an agreement?"
He hesitates again, and I lean in, and lick the side of his face, my left hand reaching for and gently rubbing over his crotch.... He nods to me, frantically, and I smile, then lean forward to kiss him.... he doesn't allow it, and instead jumps up, throws me on the desk and rips off my stockings and thong....
He proceeds to fuck me thoroughly, finishing by pulling out of my pussy, and coming in my mouth...
As we straighten up, and smile at each other, he tells me that, in order for my grade to improve, I'm going to have to work VERY hard to prove to him that I want the mark... I smile at him, and whisper in his ear "trust me, Mr. Jacobson... you won't be disappointed"....
And then I gather my things and wander from the room, knowing that he's watching my ass sway as I leave...
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Fuck if he won't pass you let me know cause you can do that to me and then i'll just have a little talk with him to make sure you pass!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Down boy, down
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Fanfuckintastic!
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Vixen it is your turn to issue a challenge
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vixenshe said:
Oh god my typing is horrible, i'll be here forever. LOL. Couldn't just tell me to take a pic could ya. LOL
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vixenshe said:
I love how she thinks she is in control of things. She doesn't know I'm going to make her EARN this grade. She leans into kiss me but I'm not going to let her be in control. I jump up and put her on top of my desk, pulling off her thong and fishnet stockings.
I start to fuck her hard and fast not having much time before my next class or when someone may walk in. I let her know that she is not off the hook so easily and I expect more from her in order to raise her grade. As she is leaving I notice her trying to catch my attention by shaking her ass at me. I shake my head knowing I can get her to do just bout anything I want.
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shanier said:you are evil
Evil? Hmmm. Well my challenge goes to you Becky.
What is your most memorable sexual time?
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believe it or not, it was very recent.
I'm in love with a great guy, but we are bad together...Anyway, I went to see his band play last Saturday and was determined to bring him home from the bar...Though I had been drinking all night (thanks to the kind consideration of a hot bartender named Rhonda), I was stone cold sober when his band got finished and he came off of the stage. I went up to him and asked if he'd come home with me...he said he had to help pack the equipment and then take it back to their practice space. Needless to say, I thought I'd be getting the shaft and not in a good way. But then he smiled at me and said "hold on."
Long story short, back at my house, he and I were lying on my bed, talking about work. How intimate it is to be let in on someone else's life. How wonderful it is to lie next to the one person who gets you...and to not be in pain. As we talked, he began to run the tips of his fingers over my cheek. The conversation continued, aided by the touching. I ran my nails along his arms, and listened to him, glad to be in his world again. He took my hand, and began to suck my fingers. First kissing the tips, then the knuckles, then licking their length, and finally taking them into his mouth individually. I could only coo.
He smiled at me, pleased that I was enjoying myself, pleased that he was having such an affect on me. Then he leaned in to kiss me. The scruff of his face teasing my skin, his soft lips sucking mine, his firm tongue exploring my mouth. He's the only person I've ever kissed that really knows how to kiss. He's forceful when he should be, soft when he should be, and knows how to use his tongue.
This experience as a whole is my best, because, for one, it taught me how much I love to kiss. Especially with someone who is quite good at it...As we kissed, he ran his hand over my clothed breast, raising the nipple to a peek of hardness, in spite of the cloth that covered it. As fate would have it, he's also the only person to ever have any luck teasing my nipples...I'm always open to any of his touches, any of his exploration.
Kissing still, his hand slides down my stomach toward the top of my pants, gracefully he manuvres inside, his hand moving toward my pussy. He cups my pussy, and kisses me harder, biting my bottom lip, making me moan. Suddenly as his kiss deepens again, and he plunges his tongue into my more than ready mouth, he plunges a finger between my now swollen lips. He breaks the kiss only a moment to smile and say "you're so wet!" His appreciation of my reaction to his touch turns me on even more. I raise my hips against his hand, and he begins to slide my pants down over my hips.
Never one to let things stand in my way, I push him back using my lips on his as leverage, and stand, pulling him up as well and begin to undress him as he undresses me. Once bare, skin to skin, he goes about biting my shoulders...an act he knows I can't resist. I beg him to bite harder, though it only comes out as breath. He bites first my left shoulder, then my right with a severe intensity that makes my legs shake, my nipples rise against his chest, and my voice escape in a deep moan.
He whispers to me, "Becky I want you to fuck me." He knows I have a serious hang up about being on top, but he begs anyway. I am at first rebuffed and shy and feeling guilty because I simply can't do it. I am afraid the moment will be ruined, instead he asks me to lie next to him. He kisses me, explains to me how much better it feels to him when the woman is on top, but assures me he won't pressure me for anything. He leans in, kisses me again, scratching lightly down my back with his nails. I feel his erection pressed against my hips, and my pussy contracts, making me shudder. Again he bites me, this time accompanying it with a smack to my ass. "Harder!" I beg, and he kisses me ferociously, pressing his whole body against mine, and smacking my ass harder. I gasp...I'm in such need of his hard cock...I smile up at him and whisper "pressure me!"
Taking his cue, he begins to beg me to fuck him. I straddle him, my nerves assuaged by my need to feel him deep inside of me. As I kneel over him, he positions his cock, wet with precum, at the opening of my pussy. I slide down taking him all the way inside...feeling him pressing deeper into me than ever in the past. Suddenly I understand why this is such a popular position. I am nervous about it all but he diverts my fear, by moaning and again begging me to fuck him...begging me to make him cum. I raise my hips, contracting my pussy around the shaft of his cock, and then grind my hips back into his...The look on his face is ecstasy. My confindence somewhat more resolved, I continue to fuck him, moving faster as I feel his muscles tightening. His face contorts suddenly, and beautifully and I suddenly feel a warm wet rush inside of me.
His orgasm is powerful, his hips press up against me but I am clinched too tightly to lose his precious cock. My pussy hugs it, taking in every drop of cum. As his orgasm subsides, he smiles at me, broadly, knowingly, and asks me to kiss him. I slide off of him, lie down next to him, kiss him deeply. I am so thrilled to have made him happy, so thrilled that he was able to push me beyond my hang ups, so thrilled that we had yet another experience to link us together.
We continued to kiss...both a little tired, until we fell asleep, our faces still close together, our arms still intertwined
I'm in love with a great guy, but we are bad together...Anyway, I went to see his band play last Saturday and was determined to bring him home from the bar...Though I had been drinking all night (thanks to the kind consideration of a hot bartender named Rhonda), I was stone cold sober when his band got finished and he came off of the stage. I went up to him and asked if he'd come home with me...he said he had to help pack the equipment and then take it back to their practice space. Needless to say, I thought I'd be getting the shaft and not in a good way. But then he smiled at me and said "hold on."
Long story short, back at my house, he and I were lying on my bed, talking about work. How intimate it is to be let in on someone else's life. How wonderful it is to lie next to the one person who gets you...and to not be in pain. As we talked, he began to run the tips of his fingers over my cheek. The conversation continued, aided by the touching. I ran my nails along his arms, and listened to him, glad to be in his world again. He took my hand, and began to suck my fingers. First kissing the tips, then the knuckles, then licking their length, and finally taking them into his mouth individually. I could only coo.
He smiled at me, pleased that I was enjoying myself, pleased that he was having such an affect on me. Then he leaned in to kiss me. The scruff of his face teasing my skin, his soft lips sucking mine, his firm tongue exploring my mouth. He's the only person I've ever kissed that really knows how to kiss. He's forceful when he should be, soft when he should be, and knows how to use his tongue.
This experience as a whole is my best, because, for one, it taught me how much I love to kiss. Especially with someone who is quite good at it...As we kissed, he ran his hand over my clothed breast, raising the nipple to a peek of hardness, in spite of the cloth that covered it. As fate would have it, he's also the only person to ever have any luck teasing my nipples...I'm always open to any of his touches, any of his exploration.
Kissing still, his hand slides down my stomach toward the top of my pants, gracefully he manuvres inside, his hand moving toward my pussy. He cups my pussy, and kisses me harder, biting my bottom lip, making me moan. Suddenly as his kiss deepens again, and he plunges his tongue into my more than ready mouth, he plunges a finger between my now swollen lips. He breaks the kiss only a moment to smile and say "you're so wet!" His appreciation of my reaction to his touch turns me on even more. I raise my hips against his hand, and he begins to slide my pants down over my hips.
Never one to let things stand in my way, I push him back using my lips on his as leverage, and stand, pulling him up as well and begin to undress him as he undresses me. Once bare, skin to skin, he goes about biting my shoulders...an act he knows I can't resist. I beg him to bite harder, though it only comes out as breath. He bites first my left shoulder, then my right with a severe intensity that makes my legs shake, my nipples rise against his chest, and my voice escape in a deep moan.
He whispers to me, "Becky I want you to fuck me." He knows I have a serious hang up about being on top, but he begs anyway. I am at first rebuffed and shy and feeling guilty because I simply can't do it. I am afraid the moment will be ruined, instead he asks me to lie next to him. He kisses me, explains to me how much better it feels to him when the woman is on top, but assures me he won't pressure me for anything. He leans in, kisses me again, scratching lightly down my back with his nails. I feel his erection pressed against my hips, and my pussy contracts, making me shudder. Again he bites me, this time accompanying it with a smack to my ass. "Harder!" I beg, and he kisses me ferociously, pressing his whole body against mine, and smacking my ass harder. I gasp...I'm in such need of his hard cock...I smile up at him and whisper "pressure me!"
Taking his cue, he begins to beg me to fuck him. I straddle him, my nerves assuaged by my need to feel him deep inside of me. As I kneel over him, he positions his cock, wet with precum, at the opening of my pussy. I slide down taking him all the way inside...feeling him pressing deeper into me than ever in the past. Suddenly I understand why this is such a popular position. I am nervous about it all but he diverts my fear, by moaning and again begging me to fuck him...begging me to make him cum. I raise my hips, contracting my pussy around the shaft of his cock, and then grind my hips back into his...The look on his face is ecstasy. My confindence somewhat more resolved, I continue to fuck him, moving faster as I feel his muscles tightening. His face contorts suddenly, and beautifully and I suddenly feel a warm wet rush inside of me.
His orgasm is powerful, his hips press up against me but I am clinched too tightly to lose his precious cock. My pussy hugs it, taking in every drop of cum. As his orgasm subsides, he smiles at me, broadly, knowingly, and asks me to kiss him. I slide off of him, lie down next to him, kiss him deeply. I am so thrilled to have made him happy, so thrilled that he was able to push me beyond my hang ups, so thrilled that we had yet another experience to link us together.
We continued to kiss...both a little tired, until we fell asleep, our faces still close together, our arms still intertwined
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Wow Becky, simply WOW.
Great job
Great job
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Ok here it is, just natural.
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shanier said:
thank you...
What a hottie!!!
Thank you sweetie
