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"Okay now sit on my lap. That's it. Now just stay there you big booty bitch." she said with a wide grin. Her hands were on my tits, massaging them and bouncing them around for her own enjoyment. She wasn't too rough - at least for now. That quickly changed when Lilly quickly pulled my hair and dragged me in close. Close enough that she could whisper into my ear "Oh, the depraved things I'm going to do with your body. You have no idea." She then yanked on my hair and gave a slow lick all across my neck.
My heart was leaping out of my chest and the anxiety was making me shake slightly. I never found myself in a situation like this; helpless and completely at the mercy of somebody else. Don't get me wrong, I was like this willingly. That was the real scary part. Even though I knew that people were desperately trying to overhear us and that it would be real easy to tarnish my reputation (if it hasn't already been demolished throughout the party), I found myself trembling in both anxiety and excitement. I already knew about the cameras in the room and knew that they were focused on me, sitting on Lilly's lap with her hands on my luscious thighs, slapping the flesh and earning a soft gasp from me. My face was burning red with embarrassment and fear. Lillie, my middle-school teacher from years ago, was entirely in control of the situation and I had no clue as to what she was going to make me do. I'm terrified but also, very excited. A shiver came back to me, thinking about all the things she was going to do to me - my nipples, now hard as stone, thinking of all the depraved sexual acts she was going to do to my body. After all, that look she was giving me? She was grinning with pure perverted lust.
She quickly came in and kissed me right on the lips. Our kisses started off soft and slow; I felt his soft lips on mine, just a hint of saliva touching my skin. No tongue...yet.
Lillie then paused and watched my reaction; I was breathing hard and my hand slowly caressed her upper left arm. Soon, her lips possessed mine once more and I could feel her hands slowly going from my back towards my big round ass, just as she was trying to do throughout the night. I didn't stop her. I mean, she got me to this point - half naked what with my lower half in just this makeshift thong and heels that she wanted me to wear.
Our kiss was very passionate and long, before I felt her hands finally grab my ass. She then did the craziest thing; her hands gripped on each cheek and pulled each one apart - her strong fingers were searching for my asshole. "What are you doing Lilly....oh my god...no..no...not there..." I said between moans and Lilly grinned; she knew that despite my words, I wanted this.
"Camera one, focus." she said simply and despite these cameras being hidden from me, I could feel it zoom in on me. Her fingers then found the spot. Her middle finger was now tapping on my asshole as she gripped my ass cheek like a handle. She wasn't messing around; she wanted something and she was going to get it.
...And all I could was toss my head back, breathing heavily, watching my own lewd and desperate expression from the mirror on the ceiling...
So...how did it get to this point?. Let me tell you.
...
It all started earlier that day. But before I start to tell you about how exactly this all started, I should probably introduce myself. Hi, my name is Melissa Smith.
I'm a college sophomore at NYU and I live here in New York city. Believe it or not, I do some part-time modeling on the side as a job. I'm not lying (I'm completely serious) and not to toot my own horn or anything, but I've gotten quasi-famous, seeing as people have stopped me around campus to ask me 'Hey, are you Melissa Smith?'.
I mean, not that it's hard for me to stand out. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty attractive - what with my naturally long blonde hair, blue eyes, fit body, strong thighs, big boobs and all. What really gets people's attention are my wide hips and big round ass. In fact, I probably owe my modeling career thanks to my behind; given how it's the focus in most of my shots. Take a look:
But anyway, enough about me. Let's move on with the story...
So, I was just sitting on a chair and reading a book for my English literature class. Don't get me wrong, I'm not about to pretend that I was excited to read '1000 greatest sonnets of the 20th Century' but after a few weeks of procrastinating, I figured that it was time. I was alone at the house, for now; my brother finished his classes at around 3:30, but would probably drop by around 6:30 so I had a few minutes to enjoy this peace and quiet. Before you even ask, yes I still lived at my parents. It wasn't such a big deal, when you realize that we lived in an expensive condo viewing the upper Manhattan area. I went to NYU which wasn't too far off so quite frankly, it wouldn't make sense moving out.
But to say that I was only reading would be a lie. I mean, while flipping pages, I'd occasionally go back to my tablet. I wasn't answering any texts, but looking at my Vine video. Not that I enjoyed attention that much or anything, but I was happy to see the views go up!
The video in question? Me shaking my ass (although a bit modestly) while I was tipsy at a party. My friends loved it and apparently so did my viewers:
I was so fixated on the video playing on my tablet that I didn't notice that my brother, Michael and somebody else came into our place. I wouldn't have either, if it wasn't for the fact that I felt a woman's voice say near my ear:
"Oh, I love that video. I wish I could have been there with you!"
I turned around and was puzzled to see a woman, quite a bit older than Michael and I, right next to me. But she did seem awfully familiar, as if I've seen her before; I just couldn't place my finger on it right away. My brother of course, took it upon himself to reintroduce us.
"Oh, hey Mel. Remember Ms. Simmons?"
I was shocked to see my middle school teacher here out of nowhere. I quickly got up and said "Oh, I'm so sorry! Of course I remember my favorite teacher! It's so nice to see you!" before hugging her. God, how long has it been?
"Oohhh..." I moaned softly.
My heart was leaping out of my chest and the anxiety was making me shake slightly. I never found myself in a situation like this; helpless and completely at the mercy of somebody else. Don't get me wrong, I was like this willingly. That was the real scary part. Even though I knew that people were desperately trying to overhear us and that it would be real easy to tarnish my reputation (if it hasn't already been demolished throughout the party), I found myself trembling in both anxiety and excitement. I already knew about the cameras in the room and knew that they were focused on me, sitting on Lilly's lap with her hands on my luscious thighs, slapping the flesh and earning a soft gasp from me. My face was burning red with embarrassment and fear. Lillie, my middle-school teacher from years ago, was entirely in control of the situation and I had no clue as to what she was going to make me do. I'm terrified but also, very excited. A shiver came back to me, thinking about all the things she was going to do to me - my nipples, now hard as stone, thinking of all the depraved sexual acts she was going to do to my body. After all, that look she was giving me? She was grinning with pure perverted lust.
She quickly came in and kissed me right on the lips. Our kisses started off soft and slow; I felt his soft lips on mine, just a hint of saliva touching my skin. No tongue...yet.
Lillie then paused and watched my reaction; I was breathing hard and my hand slowly caressed her upper left arm. Soon, her lips possessed mine once more and I could feel her hands slowly going from my back towards my big round ass, just as she was trying to do throughout the night. I didn't stop her. I mean, she got me to this point - half naked what with my lower half in just this makeshift thong and heels that she wanted me to wear.
Our kiss was very passionate and long, before I felt her hands finally grab my ass. She then did the craziest thing; her hands gripped on each cheek and pulled each one apart - her strong fingers were searching for my asshole. "What are you doing Lilly....oh my god...no..no...not there..." I said between moans and Lilly grinned; she knew that despite my words, I wanted this.
"Camera one, focus." she said simply and despite these cameras being hidden from me, I could feel it zoom in on me. Her fingers then found the spot. Her middle finger was now tapping on my asshole as she gripped my ass cheek like a handle. She wasn't messing around; she wanted something and she was going to get it.
...And all I could was toss my head back, breathing heavily, watching my own lewd and desperate expression from the mirror on the ceiling...
So...how did it get to this point?. Let me tell you.
...
It all started earlier that day. But before I start to tell you about how exactly this all started, I should probably introduce myself. Hi, my name is Melissa Smith.
I'm a college sophomore at NYU and I live here in New York city. Believe it or not, I do some part-time modeling on the side as a job. I'm not lying (I'm completely serious) and not to toot my own horn or anything, but I've gotten quasi-famous, seeing as people have stopped me around campus to ask me 'Hey, are you Melissa Smith?'.
I mean, not that it's hard for me to stand out. I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty attractive - what with my naturally long blonde hair, blue eyes, fit body, strong thighs, big boobs and all. What really gets people's attention are my wide hips and big round ass. In fact, I probably owe my modeling career thanks to my behind; given how it's the focus in most of my shots. Take a look:
But anyway, enough about me. Let's move on with the story...
So, I was just sitting on a chair and reading a book for my English literature class. Don't get me wrong, I'm not about to pretend that I was excited to read '1000 greatest sonnets of the 20th Century' but after a few weeks of procrastinating, I figured that it was time. I was alone at the house, for now; my brother finished his classes at around 3:30, but would probably drop by around 6:30 so I had a few minutes to enjoy this peace and quiet. Before you even ask, yes I still lived at my parents. It wasn't such a big deal, when you realize that we lived in an expensive condo viewing the upper Manhattan area. I went to NYU which wasn't too far off so quite frankly, it wouldn't make sense moving out.
But to say that I was only reading would be a lie. I mean, while flipping pages, I'd occasionally go back to my tablet. I wasn't answering any texts, but looking at my Vine video. Not that I enjoyed attention that much or anything, but I was happy to see the views go up!
The video in question? Me shaking my ass (although a bit modestly) while I was tipsy at a party. My friends loved it and apparently so did my viewers:
I was so fixated on the video playing on my tablet that I didn't notice that my brother, Michael and somebody else came into our place. I wouldn't have either, if it wasn't for the fact that I felt a woman's voice say near my ear:
"Oh, I love that video. I wish I could have been there with you!"
I turned around and was puzzled to see a woman, quite a bit older than Michael and I, right next to me. But she did seem awfully familiar, as if I've seen her before; I just couldn't place my finger on it right away. My brother of course, took it upon himself to reintroduce us.
"Oh, hey Mel. Remember Ms. Simmons?"
I was shocked to see my middle school teacher here out of nowhere. I quickly got up and said "Oh, I'm so sorry! Of course I remember my favorite teacher! It's so nice to see you!" before hugging her. God, how long has it been?
