Sitting in the front row of the lecture theatre,slightly elevated above the teacher,thoughts whirling wildly as I think about his remarks on my last essay.The light shines on his silver-grey hair as he prepares himself and I wonder if I have the courage to get my revenge for his harshness.Does he feel my eyes burning into him as he clears his throat and looks up for the first time?
Fingers tracing down the collar of my crisp white shirt,toying with the cotton fabric while I look steadily at him with my jade-green eyes.I part my lips slightly and slither the tip of my tongue between them as I play with the next button on my shirt and slide my tie to the slide to reveal the first hint of my cleavage.I smile inwardly as his hitherto confident voice falters and he mispronounces a word as his eyes flicker down to my shadowed shirt as my fingers stroke across the taut cotton.He recovers his poise and tears his gaze away as he tries to stay focused on the rest of the class but I know he will be back-like a moth to the flame which burns from me as I desire his attention.
I cross my legs and my short grey skirt rides up and reveals a long expanse of thigh clad in sheer stockings and his attention fastens on me again while another student answers a question on the far side of the room.I stroke my leg with one slim hand then slide down further in my plastic chair,feeling the material of the skirt bunch up until the faintest hint of cool air reveals to me that my stocking tops are now on display.I uncross my legs slowly and know as I see his eyes widen that he can see the shadowed cleft of my quim peeping,waiting,lubricating for him.
The lesson ends and chairs scrape loudly and there comes the rising tide of chatter as the class sweeps out,ready to escape for lunch.I stay,the white cheeks of my bare bottom sticking to the grey plastic while I wait for him to turn round from arranging his notes.He flushes and frowns when he sees me there but I feel his eyes wander down to my proffered thighs and I sense his thoughts.Fear of the desire that runs through his veins keeps him rooted to the spot then his lust wins and he takes the first step towards me and he is lost.
But so am I.
He stands below me,trying to keep his dark eyes on my face but I know he wants to slide them down my body and stare up into the widening gap between my thighs.I slide down further and my skirt rides up and reveals everything –the bare,shaved folds of my silken pussy open for his delectation-as my thighs slip off the sides of the chair and I am splayed wide.He keeps his eyes on mine,seeking out my soul as his fingers stray on to my flesh for the first time.The touch is electric,a jolt of adrenalin runs through me as they skim over my white skin until I feel them against my wetness.He strokes me like a cat,moistening my flesh with my slickness until my thighs are gleaming in the harsh overhead lights then he slaps me with his other hand.The crisp strikes of his palm scorch my inner thighs and I moan with the sharp tendrils of pain that reach into me,wrapping themselves round my heart.His thumb opens me,easing into my core and I know that my hot pink flesh is sucking it in as I try and wriggle forward so that I can have more.
My control has slipped away now and I want him,need him so I obey as he orders me up.I stand,holding my skirt up like a wanton whore for him as he sits down and frees his cock for me.The purple head bulges out,glistening and ready and I catch my breath at the thought of it sliding into my heated tunnel.I shuffle back over the chair until I can feel the heat of him burning my skin and then his palms hold me,teasing me as I long for his length inside me.
Fear pervades my mind as his fingers rub along my anal crease,slippery juices melding into my delicate perineum and then around my tight dark star.My mind shouts no but my heart and soul want him there,punishing me for my presumption.His forefinger pushes against the opening and I feel it widen and then it sucks him in and I mew with surprise at the feeling of filling and stretching that I get from such a small thing.My thighs shake at the thought of his cock there as he pulls me back and his finger pops out suddenly,making an obscene sound which he laughs at scornfully while shame flushes through me.The moment has come and I shiver,tension stiffening my muscles as I feel the broad bulb of his prick against my tiny orifice.I fear the pain to come and yet I welcome it,knowing that I deserve it for my actions and so I wait,poised above him while my stretched thighs cramp.
He rests his hands on the front of my thighs and feels the tension there,presses down a little and I feel my tight pucker stretch,opening a fraction for his thick cockhead.A pause and then he presses again and I am opened up a tiny bit more,biting my lip as pain flares in a spiky red mist deep in my soul.My breath comes faster and a drop of perspiration slides down my cheek then he presses again and I am speared on the tip of him as his purple glans squeezes into my tight anus and my rim throbs around him.I squeal,powerless to prevent my agony being known and I feel his smile warm the nape of my neck before he pulls me down hard onto him and his shaft slides rapidly up into my tight tube and I am lost in a dark world of pain and pleasure,filled to overflowing by his thickness.
His fingers play with me,treating me like a toy as they stroke my soft quim lips then pull them sharply before he teases my hard nub,rubbing it then circling it until pleasure outweighs the pain of his cock deep in my arse.He sits so still and then makes me work,using my soft folds like reins,pulling them up to make me raise my hips and so lift my clenched buttocks up off his impaling cock before he pulls down and I gasp with pain and sink upon him.Minutes blur mindlessly as the pace quickens and my gasps of pain are replaced by deep moans of heartfelt pleasure at my abasement and insignificance.Passion stirs me and I push down harder onto him,voluntarily spearing myself on his throbbing shaft as I feel his breath quicken in time with the beating of my heart.I raise myself up until just the tip of his pulsing prick remains inside me and I squeeze hard with my internal muscles until I can feel the very veins of his cock then I drop down and welcome his seed as it spurts out in thick gobbets of creamy come,plundering my bowels with its warmth and wetness while I gasp out my own delight as his fingers crush my clitoris sharply,sending shards of pain lancing into my soul.
He allows me a minute to recover then I am lifted off and made to turn round and face him.He grasps my long hair and leads me down to his wilting cock,stained by the essence of my bowels and his pearly seed and I clean him obediently.My tongue slides over his warm flesh,licking and laving while hot tears of shame drip onto his skin.
Fingers tracing down the collar of my crisp white shirt,toying with the cotton fabric while I look steadily at him with my jade-green eyes.I part my lips slightly and slither the tip of my tongue between them as I play with the next button on my shirt and slide my tie to the slide to reveal the first hint of my cleavage.I smile inwardly as his hitherto confident voice falters and he mispronounces a word as his eyes flicker down to my shadowed shirt as my fingers stroke across the taut cotton.He recovers his poise and tears his gaze away as he tries to stay focused on the rest of the class but I know he will be back-like a moth to the flame which burns from me as I desire his attention.
I cross my legs and my short grey skirt rides up and reveals a long expanse of thigh clad in sheer stockings and his attention fastens on me again while another student answers a question on the far side of the room.I stroke my leg with one slim hand then slide down further in my plastic chair,feeling the material of the skirt bunch up until the faintest hint of cool air reveals to me that my stocking tops are now on display.I uncross my legs slowly and know as I see his eyes widen that he can see the shadowed cleft of my quim peeping,waiting,lubricating for him.
The lesson ends and chairs scrape loudly and there comes the rising tide of chatter as the class sweeps out,ready to escape for lunch.I stay,the white cheeks of my bare bottom sticking to the grey plastic while I wait for him to turn round from arranging his notes.He flushes and frowns when he sees me there but I feel his eyes wander down to my proffered thighs and I sense his thoughts.Fear of the desire that runs through his veins keeps him rooted to the spot then his lust wins and he takes the first step towards me and he is lost.
But so am I.
He stands below me,trying to keep his dark eyes on my face but I know he wants to slide them down my body and stare up into the widening gap between my thighs.I slide down further and my skirt rides up and reveals everything –the bare,shaved folds of my silken pussy open for his delectation-as my thighs slip off the sides of the chair and I am splayed wide.He keeps his eyes on mine,seeking out my soul as his fingers stray on to my flesh for the first time.The touch is electric,a jolt of adrenalin runs through me as they skim over my white skin until I feel them against my wetness.He strokes me like a cat,moistening my flesh with my slickness until my thighs are gleaming in the harsh overhead lights then he slaps me with his other hand.The crisp strikes of his palm scorch my inner thighs and I moan with the sharp tendrils of pain that reach into me,wrapping themselves round my heart.His thumb opens me,easing into my core and I know that my hot pink flesh is sucking it in as I try and wriggle forward so that I can have more.
My control has slipped away now and I want him,need him so I obey as he orders me up.I stand,holding my skirt up like a wanton whore for him as he sits down and frees his cock for me.The purple head bulges out,glistening and ready and I catch my breath at the thought of it sliding into my heated tunnel.I shuffle back over the chair until I can feel the heat of him burning my skin and then his palms hold me,teasing me as I long for his length inside me.
Fear pervades my mind as his fingers rub along my anal crease,slippery juices melding into my delicate perineum and then around my tight dark star.My mind shouts no but my heart and soul want him there,punishing me for my presumption.His forefinger pushes against the opening and I feel it widen and then it sucks him in and I mew with surprise at the feeling of filling and stretching that I get from such a small thing.My thighs shake at the thought of his cock there as he pulls me back and his finger pops out suddenly,making an obscene sound which he laughs at scornfully while shame flushes through me.The moment has come and I shiver,tension stiffening my muscles as I feel the broad bulb of his prick against my tiny orifice.I fear the pain to come and yet I welcome it,knowing that I deserve it for my actions and so I wait,poised above him while my stretched thighs cramp.
He rests his hands on the front of my thighs and feels the tension there,presses down a little and I feel my tight pucker stretch,opening a fraction for his thick cockhead.A pause and then he presses again and I am opened up a tiny bit more,biting my lip as pain flares in a spiky red mist deep in my soul.My breath comes faster and a drop of perspiration slides down my cheek then he presses again and I am speared on the tip of him as his purple glans squeezes into my tight anus and my rim throbs around him.I squeal,powerless to prevent my agony being known and I feel his smile warm the nape of my neck before he pulls me down hard onto him and his shaft slides rapidly up into my tight tube and I am lost in a dark world of pain and pleasure,filled to overflowing by his thickness.
His fingers play with me,treating me like a toy as they stroke my soft quim lips then pull them sharply before he teases my hard nub,rubbing it then circling it until pleasure outweighs the pain of his cock deep in my arse.He sits so still and then makes me work,using my soft folds like reins,pulling them up to make me raise my hips and so lift my clenched buttocks up off his impaling cock before he pulls down and I gasp with pain and sink upon him.Minutes blur mindlessly as the pace quickens and my gasps of pain are replaced by deep moans of heartfelt pleasure at my abasement and insignificance.Passion stirs me and I push down harder onto him,voluntarily spearing myself on his throbbing shaft as I feel his breath quicken in time with the beating of my heart.I raise myself up until just the tip of his pulsing prick remains inside me and I squeeze hard with my internal muscles until I can feel the very veins of his cock then I drop down and welcome his seed as it spurts out in thick gobbets of creamy come,plundering my bowels with its warmth and wetness while I gasp out my own delight as his fingers crush my clitoris sharply,sending shards of pain lancing into my soul.
He allows me a minute to recover then I am lifted off and made to turn round and face him.He grasps my long hair and leads me down to his wilting cock,stained by the essence of my bowels and his pearly seed and I clean him obediently.My tongue slides over his warm flesh,licking and laving while hot tears of shame drip onto his skin.
