It was a dangerous situation to be in...
She had me tied to a chair. My hands were bound by my sides with a rope wrapped right around me, my ankles strapped tightly to the legs of the chair. Then she took off my blindfold. My eyes were dazzled in the bright light, before they adjusted to it.
She held a handgun loosely in one hand, a lollipop in the other. I surveyed the scene. Standing before me was my ex-wife. Dressed as a schoolgirl. Holding a gun. Things couldn't get much worse...
I wondered what she had in mind. She had somehow copied exactly the uniform of the girls school where I taught. White see-through blouse. Red tartan plaid skirt. Hell, she'd even put her hair in pigtails. Even though my students were eighteen years old and 'above', I swore that some of them did that just to look even younger.
It had all become part of the routine.... I never even thought about it, these little things that made my mundane desk job just a little more bearable. The presents the girls bought for me. The daily smell of sweet perfume, the little flashes of their panties - something a few of them did at every available opportunity.
Some of my students were more bookish, others were budding in other ways. I tried my best to treat them all equally and I even went the extra mile to make sure they were happy. I organised field trips and gave them less homework than they needed. In return, my girls loved me for it.
I allowed them to dress more freely, and noticed over time that some of the skirts were getting shorter, to the point were they were merely wide belts that barely covered their peachy little asses. My ex-wife had always made comments about how I was too relaxed with them, urging me to become stricter at work. It had been another bone of contention that had broken us up. As I surveyed her now, she had a nasty gleam in her eyes...
"Okay Michelle, what exactly do you want?" I asked her. There was no response. She paced up and down a little, enjoying my predicament.
"Is it more alimony that you're after?" She looked at me with disgust.
Silent moments passed by, then out of the blue - a slap came searing across my face. "Ouch! What the f**k was that for?" I complained.
"Shut up! Just shut the f**k up!" she screamed into my face.
"I do the talking! I ask the questions! ... Remember asshole ... it's me that's got the gun!" she said menacingly.
With that, she pointed the barrel straight at me, her hands shaking with either anger or fear, or a mixture of both. Maybe it was the excitement of the power she now had over me, that had her so intoxicated.
"Get a hard on!" she demanded.
"What? Are you out of your mind?" Another slap quickly followed.
"Do as I say!" she shouted. She looked down at my groin for a response.
There was none.
"You mean you don't find this exciting?" she asked, rolling the lollipop around her mouth. After a while, she put it back into her blouse pocket. Then she rested one of her shiny, black, knee-length boots on the chair, the spiky heel dangerously close to my groin. Her short plaid skirt rode up as she did so, exposing a pair of cotton panties.
"Look, I've even shaved my pussy for school," she hissed, hitching the panties slightly to one side to expose part of her bald beaver. "I look like a girl now, don't I?" She pressed the toe of her boot into my balls, as she asked this.
I now knew where she was headed, and where it came from. Jealousy, plain and simple.
"You know - don't you Ron? Now I have the same kind of pussy as those little bitches at your school.... Oh, and how they love their 'dear Mister Prockett.' Please Sir, help me with my homework... Please Sir, I don't know how to write this essay..." she mimicked in a 'little-girl-lost' type of voice.
She stood back, easing off with the gun, and slowly unbuttoned her blouse with her free hand. One thing about my ex-wife, she had always had an amazing body - that had been the main catalyst that had kept us together for fifteen crazy years. One of her best assets were her small, peachy, funky little tits. She knew they drove me wild with desire.
She pushed them towards my face, as close as possible without touching. God, they were still beautiful, I had to admit. Her taught nipples stood out like two ripe strawberries ready for the picking. Even though dick started to strain a little, I resisted as best I could.
When that didn't have instant results, she came in closer until her legs were astride me. Then she lifted the front of her plaid skirt right up and putting it over my head, she pinned it there with her hands. This forced me to look close-up at her panties, as they were now right in front my face, in full view. As she slowly gyrated her hips, I tried to force my eyes closed, but they kept opening again automatically. I surrendered eventually and decided to just go with the flow....
...Her panties had a design of little flowers on a white background, just like any schoolgirl might wear. The thinnest white lacy trim marked where they ended, and where her beautiful, smooth, bald pussy began. She waited for torturous long minutes to pass by, the slow swaying of her sweet little panties and the promise of the heaven below - my only view. How I longed to reach out with my tongue to lick her, right there, where they were indented by her slit, but even if I had tried - she had kept me just far enough out of reach to drive me mad. For now at least, all I could do was look, but not touch. I soon started straining on the ropes that bound me, fighting in vain for release...
She laughed, and grabbing my ears - she pushed her cotton covered pussy into my face. "That's it asshole, enjoy getting your face rubbed in the dirt, you no-good son-of-a-bitch!" Her cunt must have been on fire going by the heat that was coming from down there, and the old familiar scent of her juices filled my nostrils. She was getting off on this, and no mistake...
"Lick me, you bast**d!" she demanded, holding the gun to my head. I pretended not be enjoying myself, as my tongue lapped at her wet slit, and she pulled her pantie gusset further aside to give me full access. She ground her pussy down into my face, as I lapped all over her lips and swollen clit, eating her out just like in the old days. After a few minutes, she moaned a deep lustful groan and shuddered violently, cumming hard and fast against my face.
