Thanks so much to my naughty Asian pen-pal for the inspiration that made this story happen and to the editors that made it better.
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The dim light of a lamp fills the modest bedroom with a conspirator's essence. The marital bed is not shared by the betrothed tonight. Tonight, an affair is in the air...
Just hours ago, thoughts of this fantasy filled his mind. Every weekday for an entire semester her young, sexy body tantalized him. Teaching ancient history to a bunch of giggling girls was such a chore until she stumbled into his class. He knew her mind was always curious, leading her to ask questions, seeking more and more answers. He did not know her heart was filled with a schoolgirl's crush. Anxiously seeking more and more attention from him, she hiked her skirt up higher and higher each day, exposing her legs to him and sported low cut shirts to expose her supple, young breasts. She relished every one of his involuntary gazes.
Only eighteen years old, yet so smart and seductive. Her beautiful, dark eyes light up a room like the sun and the sweet dimple on her cheek sinks in when she grins. She grins when she answers questions correctly, and she grins a lot.
She knows not only of the socioeconomic issues causing the downfall of ancient Rome, but also that his lingering stares mean tumult is in his heart. A gold ring weighs heavily on his left hand as his eyes weigh heavily upon her. Heavy they must be, as they drift down her beautiful body every day; from her silky, black hair, to those pert little breasts, to her sexy legs. Gravity must surely explain his lingering stares at her sashaying ass as she leaves his classroom. Somehow, she is always the last student to leave.
She is absolutely gorgeous. So pretty, petite, and perfect. An exotic Asian schoolgirl. Despite their best efforts, the boys in school do nothing for her with their yammering, snickering, and foolishness. She gave herself, body and soul, to one of these young 'men' already. He used her and broke her heart. She learned much of physical love, but yearned for more.
She is wise beyond her years and she knows what he wants. Despite his cool demeanor and attempt at professionalism, she catches his glimpses up her skirt and knows he wants her. He feels her gazing longingly at his firm butt when he writes on the board, his dress pants generally tight and fashionable. His crisply pressed shirts barely contain his muscular chest and arms when he removes his suit jacket to thrust and parry invisible weapons wielded by the warriors of history. Most students find it laughable, but she lusts over him.
So many afternoons she's watched and waited patiently, only to run home and pleasure herself to thoughts of them together. She lays in her bed, playing with herself to thoughts of his chest, arms, hair, hands, and especially his cock.
Meanwhile, thoughts of her, so illicit he dares not breathe a word of them, fill his mind. He knows it is wrong to want her, but he wants her none-the-less. His mind always drifts up from her tiny feet, to those soft thighs, then between her legs, where his stares are met daily with the sight of her pretty panties. White, pink, purple, some days black. "Hello Kitty," greeted him one day and now fills his masturbatory fantasies.
Today she had a head full of details to ace her final exam and a heart full of desire to make her fantasy, their fantasy come true. No panties or hair hid her naked, shaved pussy today. Despite the ease with which she completed the test, she was still the last student to finish. She envisioned the pen in her hand as his cock, gently sucking it, tapping herself on the cheek with it, all the while wondering if he's imagining the same thing. Seeing her, he was wishing it was his cock being taken in her mouth and rubbed all over that beautiful face. Seeing the last stupid boy leave the classroom, she made her move. Handing in her paper she leaned in over his desk and asked for a drive home. He knew he should refuse, but he relinquishes and agreed to take her home. Home with him where the teasing is only just beginning...
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Imagine, if you will, that he is I and she is you...
The five minutes it takes to drive us home seems like five hours. Your lips pressed to my ear as you whisper not-so-sweet nothings. You tell me the things you want to do to me and my cock rises in my pants. Seeing me hard as nails, you playfully squeeze and tug on my bulge as I navigate traffic to get home. We waste no time tearing each others clothes off. You thought ahead and came prepared with some toys in your backpack. Handcuffs are your favourite and you plan to make them mine. Not wanting me to change my mind or turn you away, you have me naked and locked to the bed as quickly as you can.
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You enjoy nothing more than teasing me by lightly kissing my thighs and stomach. Slowly circling my hard cock with your oral efforts, it protrudes from my body. It reaches up for your touch, while you deny its satisfaction. My hands, cuffed to the headboard, are clenched into fists with the desire to run my fingers through your long, dark hair. This desire is denied for now, delayed in agonizing pleasure. Your brown eyes smile at me as you grind your lips into my skin. Your wicked tongue lashes the skin of my thighs and abs.
Pre-cum oozes from my cock and my constant twitching smears some on your cheek, just above your mischievous dimple. You close your eyes as your roaming mouth locates my balls. You lift them gently with your tongue, first one, then the other. I thrash and moan like a man possessed as you drive me slowly toward an agonizing ecstasy.
"Please Kristen, please! Put it in your mouth!"
"Mmm?" You inquire without a word.
Your eyes are as innocent as a babe's. As you raise your head, your small hand grasps my cock and begins stroking it softly. Long, slow strokes.
"You want me to put this big, hard cock in my little mouth? Hmmmmmm."
"Hmmm." You slowly ponder my request.
Looking to your left with a hand coiled in a fist under your chin. Pensive, lost in thought on one hand, while the other hand furiously strokes my manhood. Pre-cum oozing down my shaft onto your fingers as you stare into the distance despite my bedroom wall being only a few feet away.
"Oh Kristen please, that's so good baby, so good!"
I'm writhing on the bed lifting my legs up and down as if climbing some horizontal Stairmaster.
"Such a big, strong man begging little old me?"
You continue with the innocent act, running the nails of your left hand down my chest. My pecs and abs flex as I struggle against the cold, grey steel of the handcuffs restraining my efforts to consummate my pleasure. As you trace the mountains and valleys of my body, your firm breasts hang down ever so slightly as you and graze my cock. The slippery mess that is my manhood leaves its trace on your nipples now.
"Oh you dirty, dirty man!" You scold as your fist pumps up and down on my cock.
"God yes, suck it Kristen! God, put it in your mouth!" I'm irate with lust now.
"Like this?" You ask as you lick the head of my cock. "You taste so good baby. I love the way I make you so mad," You purr as you take the entire head of my cock in your mouth and lavish it with licks as I moan uncontrollably.
"Oh God yes!" I let out a hiss of relief.
"Mmm," you mumble, adding another unbearable sensation.
Humming with my member in your mouth, you elevate me to ecstasy.
