James was waiting in his car; the windows had steamed up. It was cold, nearing December, and so he had the engine running to keep him warm, as he rubbed his hands together. His nether regions, however, remained rather hot, as blood kept rushing towards them every time that James thought of how he was going to spend this weekend, well, weekend plus Friday night. There was a knock on his car window, he had to roll it down to see who was there. As he suspected, it was Melissa, she was wearing a big grey goat, with faux fur around the edge she had a large black bag with her, probably containing anything she wanted to bring with her. James peaked out of the window, looking down, Melissa's coat came to a halt just below her knees, where it was replaced by bare legs, she was still in her school uniform, just as James had asked.
"Put your bag in the boot, then come and sit in the front." James ordered, rolling the window back up to conserve heat.
"Yes sir," Melissa called back, as she moved towards the back of the car, then to its side. She got in, unzipping her coat a little, giving James a view of her blouse, the buttons were undone just enough to taunt him with a slight view of her breasts. They largely travelled in silence, Melissa too nervous to say anything, and James too pent up with excitement. They arrived at the holiday home around eleven, having already stopped off for food on the way. James had the key, it had been mailed to him a few days ago, they both approached the door carrying their bags, and entered. James locked the door and smiled to himself, snow had just started up, and they were alone, no one around for miles. There was no time to waste, James immediately switched a light on and sat himself in a chair, his cock already erect and straining his trousers. Melissa took off her coat and allowed him to ogle her body in the tight fitting schoolgirl's uniform.
"Come here," James demanded, patting his knee. Melissa obeyed, she bent herself over him, grinning as she felt his erection, she couldn't wait till it penetrated her. James too grinned, he flipped her skirt over and was greeted by her bare arse, just as he'd instructed Melissa was without underwear. James raised his hand and pause, he closed his eyes and breathed in deeply, this was going to be the greatest moment of his life. He held still, one hand in the air, the other holding Melissa down as she anticipated the first blow. SMACK, James released his hand and let it fall onto Melissa's arse, and an almighty sound of skin hitting skin filled the empty room.
"You're such a naughty girl!" James said, as his hand caressed Melissa's arse, then raised itself and slapped it again.
"Such a dirty girl," James continued, Melissa cried out on each hit, feeling her snatch get wetter and wetter as her history teacher spanked her. "You need to be taught a lesson, you need to learn, you need to be disciplined!" James went on, as his caresses got shorter and his slaps got harder, starting to turn her pale skin into a deep red. Yet, James paused, unsure of quite how he should progress. He left his hand on Melissa, roaming her behind. His erection strained his trousers as he thought of what to do, then it came to him. He flipped her skirt back over and pushed Melissa off his knee, she complied, sliding onto her own knees on the floor. James then unzipped his trousers and brought out his cock, its head already glistening with pre-cum.
"Pleasure me." James ordered, and Melissa stared at him blankly. She knew that he was using her for his own sexual pleasure, but it had always seemed like a game before. Now, it seemed as though she was being abused by this man. However, fear overtook her new instinct, and she wrapped her delicate hand around James' shaft, and licked at his head, like a lollypop. Her lips slowly spread over the head, as more pre-cum seeped out, and into her mouth. Her hand pumped it softly, and although Melissa felt truly used, for the first time since he'd taken her in September, she loved it. She was nothing to him, just a dirty slut, but that is what she was, wasn't it? Her hand began to get pushed further and further down James's manhood, as Melissa's mouth slid further and further down it.
The whole experience was slow and deliberate, to James it almost seemed loving. No, not loving, erotic. For James too had noticed how his attitude had changed towards Melissa, he had learnt to like her company, even if it was only to justify defiling her time and time again, but now he felt empty. His hands settled in her long, cascading hair, which she had dyed, a deep black charcoal, contrasting expertly with her pale skin. He massaged her head, weaving his fingers among her hair, as Melissa hollowed out her mouth, and reduced James to a groaning wreck. The pleasure he was in was immense, the service he was receiving was an informed one, one which aimed to change reality to fantasy. Melissa knew this to, of course, all this time, all this attention, and she couldn't help it, she had fallen for her teacher, her teacher who, she had just now realized, had spent the past three and a half months abusing her. Yet, she didn't care.
James now gripped at Melissa's hair, as he discovered something within himself, as he thrust into his student's mouth. He used his grip to hold her head steady as he lifted himself up from his chair and into her mouth, filling it with himself, feeling her tongue roam over his mass of warm flesh. James felt his heart pang with guilt, he had used this girl for his own desires, and now, she loved him, and he loved her. Yes, that was it, she may be his play thing, his toy, his slave, but he loved her, he only liked abusing her because she seemed to enjoy being abused. However, James felt the guilt well inside of him, at the pit of his stomach, as she only liked being abused because he had abused her.
Yet, desire still filled him also, as he allowed one of his hands to drop to the buttons on Melissa's blouse, as he undid the top three, and opened the blouse up. His hand then slid inside as he groped at her, and lust filled him once more, as she had not worn anything underneath on his instruction. She was his. That was what this feeling was, not love, but ownership. James gripped at Melissa by her hair, and also at her breast, grabbing both in a tight squeeze. Melissa could tell what was coming, and the thought of it alone, combined with James' groping of her breasts, almost sent her over the edge. As James got faster and faster with his thrusts Melissa moaned, a moan coming from deep within her, as her hands grabbed at James' hand, imprisoning it to her hair, and her back arched. The feeling of sheer lust was all James had needed to send him over the edge, his arm extended with Melissa, as she arched back, but his cock remained still, until Melissa was lent so far back that its head only just brushed her lips. Then it pulsed, sperm shot from it and splashed over Melissa's lips, James released her and she released him. Her face fell towards the floor as James' cum streaked across her pale skin, darting into her hair to highlight its trajectory. It went on until James was left dry, his cock spurting its last as they fell short of Melissa's face and fell between her open blouse.
James fell back onto his chair, panting. That had taken a lot out of him. He looked down at Melissa, who was also panting. Her skin was stained with his seed, as it slowly settled in one place, after bits of it dripped down her face.
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." James said, standing, and putting his now limp cock away. Melissa followed him to the bathroom, and sat where James gestured. He pulled out some tissues, and slowly wiped them across Melissa's effected skin, removing his mark. There was something uniquely intimate about it, James had never helped Melissa with the clean up before, that had always been left to her. The act made Melissa feel as though maybe James really did care for her, and she couldn't help but shed a tear.
