Cindy Gets Lucky Friday

Friday, Before School, I Get Dressed

I hope he fucks me.

But then, how will I eat his cum? Should I eat it out of my pussy? I wonder if it will taste as good?

Does my pussy taste good? I mean, it smells okay, but, I don't know that I've ever... I could find out... I am very very wet... And naked... And flexible...

But he could come into the sound booth at any moment! I'm not supposed to finger myself, I promised. I'll just wait for him.

Does eating myself out count?

... Being blindfolded naked up here is making me so fucking horny... And I can hear people! In the distance, but still. It was so quiet when I got in earlier... It must've been half an hour ago? People have definitely started showing up...

Ka-chunk.

Oh fuck, someone is here. Is it him? Why isn't he saying anything?

I'll just sit here, legs wide in the chair. It's gotta be him. Anyone else woulda said something.

Right?

Fuck this is so fucking...

"C'mon." It's him! I'm standing up and... Down, oh, on my knees, okay. Hey, what's this? His hoodie? For my knees! How thoughtful!

"Holy fuck, Cindy," He's standing so close! "Do you have any idea how hot you are?"

"Thank you Master..." I murmur, blushing.

"I mean it, you're... Hotter than porn hot. Movie star hot. Hotter than that." Was that a zipper? "You're beyond hot. You're so beautiful it hurts."

I lick my lips. My mouth is literally watering. I think I can smell his cock in front of me. If I just let my mouth open up, I wonder if he will...

"I mean, it's not just your tits..." Mmm, is that the tip of his cock teasing my nipples? Fuck, blindfolds suck! "Which are absolutely incredible, just, perfect pear perkiness. And your ass! Oh my god, I could cum just thinking about that ass..." He's tracing the tip up and down my cleavage and it's driving me insane... Oh my god, did I just drool on it!?

"Heh." Oh my god, I so did and he so noticed. "You even make drooling so hot I want to fuck you..." Ah! He followed the drool up to the tip of my tongue with the tip of his cock... Just lean forward a little and... "Not just yet, babe..." Mngh, he swiped it along my cheek.

"Yes Master..." I pout.

"Your face is a portrait of beauty." One he's painting with the head of his cock and my drool... Or is that more than just drool...

"Your cheeks, your chin, your nose..." He traces each in turn, "your lips..." No leaning forward this time... "Good girl." Mmm, he's lingering on my dangling tongue, I can taste it, it's not just drool...

"But more than just the most incredible body I've ever even imagined, you're brilliant." He's stroking it now! He's stroking his cock with the tip pressed against my tongue! Fuck this is so hot...

"You crush it in every subject. Math. English. Chemistry. Fuck, you can even act superbly!" He's stroking it to how smart he thinks I am... And it tastes so good... Must... Not... Suck... Cock...

"You're an incredible girl. Amazing. I cannot express how unimaginably lucky I feel when I just get to be around you... I..." He pulled away, no!

"Ngh..." Did he just... Oh, my tits, he's cumming on my tits! Fuck, it's so hot when it's fresh! Maybe my tits are just cold from being out? It's more than warm... And so much! "Fuck, Cindy, you're so fucking awesome." Is he done?

Oh! "Mmmmgh..." He's letting me taste the last of it right from his cock! Fuck, it tastes even better fresh! Jesus I want more! Why isn't there more!? His cock feels so big and warm and soft in my mouth... It feels so good...

Aww, he's gone...

"Your orders for today are to wear that all day long. Of course, under the clothes you have here. Be my good girl and you'll be very happy later."

I smack my lips and lick them, savoring that sensation of his cock in my mouth. "Yes, Master."

"Now, count to sixty, and get to class! You're gonna be late!"

One... Two... Ka-chunk...

He's gone...

...

Twenty... Twenty one...

The cum on my tits is getting cold now...

...

Forty four... Forty five...

Fuck I'm so horny... Gotta be a good girl...

...

Sixty.

Off with the blindfold and, uh, I prolly ought to get dressed...

In my...

Oh... My...

He took my clothes!

And left his hoodie...

Wow, there is a

lot

more cum on my tits than it felt like.

Woah.

Friday, Second Period, I Stay After Chemistry

"Thank you for staying after class, Cindy." Like I had a choice, you were holding my test hostage.

"Sure thing, sir." I smile sweetly, crossing my legs under my desk. Master's hoodie reaches down to mid-thigh, no one can tell that the only thing on me under it is cum.

"I wanted to talk about your grade." My heart sinks, but he walks up next to me and sets it down and I just blink. That can't be right.

102/100. I got more than perfect? There wasn't even extra credit.

"I don't think I've ever done that good..." I open the exam and start paging through. Oh, he really liked the way I figured out the other yields in this reaction... No one else did that, huh? Oh, he didn't ask for it, ha.

"You earned this grade." Oh. By showing off my tits in that top. I see now. "By studying and paying attention." Now I'm just confused. "I don't know how you did it, but you blew this test away. Crushed it. This is some of the finest work I've ever seen a student in my class do. No joke."

I guess maybe I was just able to really concentrate... Bees and such...

"And I asked you to stay because I wanted to speak to you about something personal. I want to emphasize that your performance here has nothing to do with your outfit."

Hmm.

"You are clearly a very smart young lady. And I appreciate your more appropriate outfit today. You don't need to show off your body to try and convince me to give you a good grade. You earned this grade by being a smart, hard worker, not by being a slut."

A slut... But, I mean, maybe it kinda was the slut thing, though? Just not for your benefit.

For mine.

Hmm.

I don't think I care for his tone.

"Oooh!" I reach out and wrap my arms gently around him, forcing him to stumble toward me as my hands land oh-so-nonchalantly on his ass. "I can't believe I finally did so well on one of your exams!" I squeeze him into my chest, my bra-less breasts soft enough to feel him getting quickly hard in front of me.

I press the attack! "I've been working so hard in your class all year," I look up at him, my tits still firm against his now-bulging pants, my hands still casually gripping his butt cheeks, "and I've been studying extra hard, I'm always thinking about your class and your lectures and how good you are at explaining things and how grateful I am for how you make sure we all understand."

I press my face into his stomach, nuzzling him as an excuse to grind my tits back and forth against his cock. "And to know that you didn't let anything influence you yesterday, nothing at all, to know that you were able to stare at my bare tits down my shirt, you could see my embarrassingly large, dark nipples, and it didn't change my grade one bit, to know I earned this score!"

I waggle my shoulders pointedly against his cock. "That even now, with me again braless under this hoodie, with my tits batting your tantalizingly stiff cock back and forth, us secluded here in your classroom, just out of sight, where no one could see us, that you still respect me and science enough not to let it influence you!"

"Um, yes, I-" He finally pries himself away from my grip, and I grin at his obvious erection.

"Because I like to think I can compartmentalize too!" I interject, brusquely swinging my leg up onto the desk, Master's hoodie riding up and completely baring my very wet pussy.

"Even when I'm 'appropriately dressed' in almost nothing at all, and the sight of your cock getting hard for me is making my pussy achingly wet..." I slide two fingers down to part my lips before pressing inside with a gasp and a sigh.

"Even when I'm a horny slut, I can still also be smart and hard working." I smile up at him. "I can be just as good at your chemistry exams as I am at sucking your cock." I reach out and wipe my wet fingers on the front of his pants, leaving a dribbling trail of my juices along his bulge as I pull myself up out of my seat.

I step close enough to feel his cock pressing into me once more and whisper up at him. "And clearly I'm really, really good at your chemistry exams..."

I simply smile up at him, our bodies uncomfortably close. He swallows and I can feel it in his cock.

I grab my exam and my bag and step off toward the door. "So, that's all to say, I'm just really, like, super glad to hear that you can compartmentalize, too!" I waggle my still-damp fingers goodbye at him and head out.

Friday, Lunch, I Skip Gym

Fuck, I need to cum so bad... I've got to stop rubbing my pussy... But I want it sooooo baaad...

I've been in this sound booth for like fifteen minutes, I'm so horny!

Maybe I should take off the hoodie...

Ka-chunk!

Yes, he's here, just hook my knees over the arms of this chair and...

"Oh shit..." Dave!

"Hi Dave!" I jump up. Oh shit, I don't think the hoodie went all the way back down... "How are you! Don't they let you take lunch, Dave?"

"You, uh, shouldn't be up here, young lady, uh, doing..." He swallows, his eyes clearly glued to where my hoodie definitely isn't. "Uh..."

"Doing what, Dave?" I smile sweetly, fluttering my eyelashes. He swallows. "Oh, you're so funny, Dave, calling me 'young lady' like that!" I walk up close to him and put my hand on his chest, "You can call me Cindy!" I straighten his tie. "We're close like that, right?"

"You're not allowed up here, Cindy." He's insistent, but he didn't call me young lady. I can break him.

"Oh, Dave, you know I have a key!" I playfully pat his chest and turn around, bending down to rifle through my backpack and innocently pressing my bare butt cheeks right around his already-hard cock.

"I've got it here somewhere..." I start riding my ass up and down on his shaft, my hoodie falling away up my back to expose just how totally bare I really am under it.

"Um, Cindy, I..." He starts as I moan softly, arching my back enough to grind my pussy against him. Fuck that feels good... "Oh fuck..." He moves behind me.

Is he... He just...

I just made him cum in his pants!

Fuck ya!

"Well, shoot." I drop to my knees and turn toward him, trying not to stare at the shockingly large wet spot now at eye-level. "I can't find it!" I pout, placing my hand right in the middle of it. "I can't imagine you'll let me go, just this once, Dave?" I pull my hand back and bring it to my lips, sighing at that increasingly-familiar, wonderful taste.

"Uh, ya, just this once..." He swallows and I pop up, grinning, and wrap my arms around him.

"Yay! Thank you, Dave!" I say sweetly up at him as he pulls away from me.

"Right..." He slips back out the door and I giggle as I can just imagine him trying to figure out how he's going to make it through the halls.

Now I am much too horny for this hoodie! And I know I've still got that blindfold... Let's get ready for Master!

Toss his hoodie in my bag... Hmm, his cum is all crusty on my tits now, so weird! And I'll just wait naked and blindfolded in the chair for him...

Just... Naked...

Just let my legs dangle open a bit... He'll like that I'm sure!

I'm so horny right now, I know I'm so wet... But, I should check, just to be sure...

Mmm... Ya, definitely wet... Mmm...

Ka-chunk!

Oh shit! I wasn't being bad! I promise!

...

Is it him?

...

It's definitely someone running their fingers along my thighs... "Ngh..." Fuck that's intense...

Mmm... Around my breasts... Teasing my nipples... "Ungh..." Fuuuuuuuck...

"Master..." I start, but his fingers go to my lips, then his hand gently pulls mine up and I stand. I follow his lead, his clothed body brushing against my naked skin, one hand in mine, the other teasing my ass then my tits then a shock up my spine as his fingers brush ever-so-gently up my back.

We walk out of the sound booth, into the catwalks, then through another door. It's terrifyingly bright, and I can feel the regular tile on my bare feet, we're not hidden wherever we are, and I'm still absolutely naked, but far too horny to protest even a little.

Down stairs, each step taking me closer to where people are, my heart picking up, my pussy aching. Then, through a door and up more stairs, the rough non-skid under my feet, then out onto catwalks again. Did we come back to the sound booth?

No... I can hear people. There's other students here! Below us. We must be above backstage.

I didn't even know you could get up here...

"Shhh" he whispers in my ear and I nod. He stops me and places my hand on a table... or, not a table? It's at an angle. A gentle push and I climb up and he guides me onto my back and steps away.

A moment later, his hands lift my ankles up and apart and I feel his body press between my legs. "Fuck me Master..." I whisper.

"Not yet, babe." I can hear his smile at taunting me like this, my naked, painfully aroused body writhing under his tantalizing closeness.

Then I feel something around first one ankle, then the other.

And his body moves away. Then the same thing around my wrists, pulling them down.

And my arms and legs are... Stuck.

I'm on the rack! From the man in the iron mask! This must be some kind of prop storage!

And I'm strapped naked and blindfolded with my ankles in the arm restraints and my arms in the ankle restraints of the partially-functional torture rack built for last year's big production, our peers close enough below us that I can almost make out their conversations.

"Ungh!" And his finger just traced up my thigh! And now tenderly up and down along the sides of my slit. I must be gaping wide and dripping wet, just fuck me already!

As if reading my mind, his body presses into me, his fingers running gentle circles on my clit. He leans in to whisper: "Did you follow directions, babe?"

Directions... What directions?

Oh, right, those directions.

"Yes, Master. I haven't cum since you told me not to."

"Good girl."

I shiver as he says it, aching for my reward. "Make me cum now, Master, please..." I try to grind my hips against his hand, but he pulls it away and I pout.

"Tell me you at least had some fun, though?"

I nod and he lightly massages my pussy mount.

"Did you make your chemistry teacher hard again?"

I nod and he starts gently stroking his finger tips along my lips again. I get it now...

"Surely he couldn't look down your shirt this time..." His fingers graze along just outside where I desperately want them to be. If I tell him what happened, I actually think I'll earn that reward...

"I spread my pussy for him then rubbed my juices on the bulge in his pants..." I gasp as his fingers finally touch wetness. My hips grind again and he pulls away and off me. Suddenly I feel awfully alone, naked and tied up, voices not too far away.

He taunts, "Ah-ah-ah!" I hear him by my head, then something grinds and clicks and my ankles chunk up a few inches.

He's using the rack on me!

My arms don't seem to have been pulled down, but, hey, it is just a prop.

He leans over me again, his fingers once more grazing gently at the tender skin between my legs, but deftly avoiding my hot, wet little pussy.

"So, did you do anything else to earn your reward, babe?"

"Yes..." If I draw it out, maybe he'll go further... "Before you came up, Dave caught me in the sound booth..."

"Oh?" Mmm... He's teasing along the edge of my lips... Mmm...

"I wasn't naked yet, but I did have my legs wide open when he walked in..." Please go in, please please please... "And he definitely saw everything."

"Because you showed it to him?"

"Yes..." Please... "I jumped at first, but didn't cover anything up, and then... And then I bent over to look through my bag and bared my ass to him, too."

Yes! Fuck yes! His fingers are pressing into me, it feels so good... "Mngh..." My hips press forward and his hand leaps away once more and I almost cry. "No, Master, please..." I beg.

"Don't worry!" Grind and chunk and my legs pull up a little higher. Much more and this will be more than just awkwardly uncomfortable... "You don't have to start all the way over..." His body presses back against mine and his fingers tease along my open pussy lips again and I sigh.

"I made him cum, Master." I say, his fingers immediately pressing into my soft, slippery flesh as I bite down on my lip and strain my hips to hold fast. Someone below says something funny and someone bursts out laughing and it's all I can do not to react just as loudly to Master's touch.

"Oh?" His fingers tease up to my clit and back down into my slit, slow, but wonderful.

"I rubbed my ass against him, I was bent over so far my hoodie slid up, and I made him cum in his pants right there behind me, then I turned around and tasted it and it tasted so fucking good, I love cum Master, I love it..." It's all I can do not to writhe beneath him as his fingers pick up the pace.

"Too bad you're still not allowed to cum yourself, hmm?" I'm... Not allowed to? Still? But he's the one fingering me!

"Yes Master..." I bite down again. Fuck!

"Anything else, something that might earn you that privilege?"

"Last night in the middle of the night I went over to my neighbor's house in nothing but my skimpiest panties and drank scotch and took them off and let him touch my pussy and watched him jerk off into my scotch glass and drank it and left my panties there and his cum was delicious too and I need to cum so fucking bad Master please please please make me cum, let me cum, please Master, please!" I whimper.

"Well, well, well," his fingers slide inside me and I gasp. "I certainly think that's earned you a reward! We want to encourage that behavior, for sure!"

I inhale, my heart racing, and feel him pull up off me, his fingers pumping in and out of me.

Then the bell rings.

We're going to be late for class!

...

Who fucking cares...

The drama teacher starts talking loudly below us, but all I can pay attention to is the fact that I just felt Master's mouth close around my clit.

"Oh fuck, Master, oh god..." His tongue flutters on the tip of my tender pussy as his fingers speed their way in and out, a wet slap slap slap that could almost carry to the people below us if anyone was playing close enough attention.

"Cum... Babe... Cum for me..." He whispers hoarsely up between attacks on my clit. "You've earned it..." He reaches up and pulls down my blindfold and there he his, between my thighs, eating me out in broad fucking daylight up here just out of sight, an entire drama class going on below us! If I crane my neck I might almost see someone!

"Fuck yes..." I finally let my back arch and my hips grind and my legs strain (gently) against the chains (it is just a prop still). My breath quickly turns into a shudder as he continues fucking my hungry little pussy with his face and fingers, unrelenting, his pace quickening and deepening as my pussy starts to expand and contact around him.

"Fuck, Master, I'm..." My face tightens and so does my entire body, "Fuck, I'm cumming, Master!" It's everything I can do not to shout it out loud to the theater at large as my spine pumps against him, his eyes smiling up at me and his mouth and hand slowing to a matching grind against my joyous little pussy, as though he loves nothing more than squeezing out every last pulse of orgasm from my body.

"Fuck, Master, that was so good..." I'm breathing heavy, my body limp in the restraints, watching his tongue gently lap at my spent pussy. I lick my lips and grin. "I think I need something refreshing to restore my energy. Hydration. Protein." My mouth is literally watering at the thought of it. "Something delicious. And fresh!" My eyes sparkle as he finally pulls away from my pussy and stands, his erection oh-so-obvious in his jeans.