You Messed With The Wrong Girl Pt 02

Adonis wandered into school on Monday. His weekend had been a washout. He had spent Saturday walking awkwardly, his ass still feeling odd after what had happened on Friday. Now in the full throes of questioning how straight he always thought he was, half of Monday went by in a blur.

He spent his lunch hour in his office. While hoping the day would pass by in a hurry, Maria walked in and locked the door behind her. Today just got worse.

In an affected sweet tone. "Hello Adonis, how's your asshole after Friday? All better...or is it aching for Ilya still?" She malevolently giggled.

Adonis' gaze darkened from behind his desk. He responded to her in a despondent tone. "Maria, what an absolute displeasure."

She practically cackled. "To think this time last week you were so keen to have me on your desk. Not a fan when you aren't in control are you?"

Adonis' face twitched, he was angry that she was right and he hated her for it.

"I am going to show up on Friday. I don't want you sharing the video or telling your Dad. So what else do you want from me?" He huffed.

She answered with a mischievous grin. "Ilya had something special planned for Friday. He wanted me to make sure you are following his no masturbating rule. So stand up and pull down your pants."

Adonis reluctantly got up, walked around the desk to stand in front of Maria and pulled down his trousers and underwear in front of her. She grasped her soft hand around his balls and cupped them. Carefully examining them, before flashing her big blue eyes into his brown ones. She rolled them in her palm, smirking as he sighed. More than a week ago he would have been ecstatic to have her playing with his balls. Now it was a reminder of a more literal reality. She had power over his life and like his balls, she could crush at any time.

Her angelic appearance belying her rather more demonic nature. Those blonde curls with that beautiful face looking at him. To his shame he started to harden against his will.

She mocked him in a sultry tone.

"I only needed to check the size of your balls but you couldn't help getting hard, huh?"

He grimaced. She moved her hand up his shaft and started pumping her wrist. He became rock hard as she played with him. Pulling her hand from his balls and dipping it under his shirt, trailing it up his stomach to his chest. She feathered her fingers over his nipple, sending tingles down to his dick.

"Does that feel nice or do you prefer it when Ilya does it?" She smirked.

He scowled at her. "Does it matter? You're still jerking me off."

She smiled maliciously, then pulled her hands away from his body. He couldn't hide his disappointment.

"If you're not going to be a good boy and stow the attitude then you won't get to enjoy anything. Now answer honestly." She teased the tip of his dick with a single finger.

It quivered at the contact. "I prefer you touching me." He answered hesitantly.

She pumped her other hand along his shaft while her finger kept teasing his tip.

"Why is that? Ilya has better technique than I do." She gave him a wry look.

"I just prefer you..." He replied, breathing heavier. His eyes started to go half lidded.

She tutted. "That's not being fully honest is it? Do you want me to stop?" Adding her palm to his tip, rubbing it gently.

He groaned. "It's less confusing. I still want to bend you over my desk despite everything."

She raised an eyebrow. Removing her palm from his tip and returning to playing with his balls. While the hand stroking his shaft started to travel up and down his full length.

"Don't have to think about how enjoyable you found being touched by a man with me do you?" She mockingly purred. He started to gasp, lightly rocking his hips into her hand. "Perhaps you're just a slut? You don't care so long as you feel good?"

She sped up her hand along his shaft. His hips started to tremble, and legs were beginning to feel like jelly. She watched his handsome face, his eyes glazing over, his expression slackened, slightly dopey looking. Desperate to come.

She felt his cock pulse, signalling he was close. She was primed when his balls tried to pull up to his body. She held them, pulling them down, preventing his orgasm.

He squirmed, gasping, confused. She kept stroking him.

"Why?" He groaned.

She chuckled. "Ilya said no masturbating. There wasn't a loophole if I did it for you. I can keep jerking you off until lunch ends...or my arm gets tired. But regardless you aren't allowed to come until Friday...well you aren't allowed to jizz at least."

He was shaking. As much as he liked her touch, he couldn't bear it if he wasn't allowed to come and she was going to keep him on the edge like this.

"Please...Maria, stop...I can't take it." He pleaded. Spoken through clenched teeth.

"Come on, you can do better than that." She teased.

"I beg you...beautiful Maria... Your hands...feel...wonderful but...it's too much...please stop!" He begged.

She laughed. Then removed her hands, he groaned in frustration and relief.

"Good boy, I liked the touch of flattery you threw in. You can pull your pants back up, we're done for the day. I'll be back to check your balls tomorrow. Toodles."

He pulled up his pants. As she unlocked the door she gave him a sarcastic wave before walking through. Leaving him with a pulsing erection that he couldn't play with as tempting as it was. This was what he had been reduced to, being the plaything of a sadistic teenage girl. Was she going to do the same thing every day this week? This was going to be torture.

She skipped into his office the next day during lunch. Locking the door behind her. A merciless grin on her face.

"Time for your daily testicle exam, Adonis. Drop trou!" She ordered gleefully.

He got up from his chair, walked over and pulled down his trousers exposing himself to her. She clasped her hand around his balls, rolling them around in her palm.

In a somewhat condescending tone. "Have these gotten bigger since yesterday? They haven't gotten smaller, you resisted the urge to come? Good boy."

"I have no choice but to submit to your torturous teasing, do I?" He gave her a pained smile.

"Yesterday was a bit mean of me. So today we are going to do something a little different. I realised there is a loophole you can come...just not from your dick." She smirked.

He raised his eyebrows, then sighed. "Are you saying you're going to play with my ass?"

She giggled. "You know it's getting played with Friday...or are you only into it when it's Ilya?" She teased.

He had to suppress a snarl. He settled for glaring at her.

She tittered. "If that's not the case, then spread your legs."

He reluctantly parted his legs. Maria reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of lube and a latex glove. She snapped on the glove and smeared two fingers with lube. She gleefully smiled as she slid her hand between his legs. Circling her fingers around his ring, causing him to draw in air through his teeth. That curious tingle ran through him before she slipped her fingers inside.

"It's my first time doing this. Let me know when I find that good spot." She smirked.

She kept probing inside, exploring. He couldn't help the shivers that went around his body. Nor the groan that left him as her fingers grazed his prostate.

"Ooh, did I get it?" She giggled.

She rubbed her fingers over that spot again, a moan left him and he became rock hard.

"...Yes." He groaned.

She forced more moans out of him as she teased his prostate. Reintroducing her other hand to his balls, tantalisingly rolling them in her palm. The foreign pleasure flowing through him as the sensation of her fingers played him like a fiddle.

It wasn't long before her caresses of his prostate made him feel close to coming. His eyes glazing over and the relaxed look on his face telling her this. As his hips quavered and legs became rubber, he squeezed on her fingers. His balls tried to pull up and give him release, but Maria kept hold of them, preventing their effort. His frustration was palpable.

She smiled mischievously at his exasperated expression. "No blowing your load remember. You can come without it, I've got the evidence on camera. I'll keep using my fingers until it happens...unless you want to admit it only happens with Ilya's cock deep inside you." She mockingly teased.

He growled. "Please...keep going."

She added another finger to her efforts. Increasing her speed, not just caressing but thrusting in and out. He shook, hunching over letting out a groan with every other breath.

"You can play with your nipples if you want to." She purred.

Adonis ran his hands up under his t-shirt and flicked his finger over his nipples, alternating with pinching them like Ilya had done. It sent shivers through him, adding to the urge to squeeze on Maria's fingers making his cock twitch.

He was aching to touch his cock, playing with it right now would be such a relief.

"Maria...please can I touch my dick?" He implored.

She flashed a puckish grin at him. "I don't know, Ilya said no masturbating and even if you aren't coming..."

He had a flash of inspiration. "I'm curious...is Ilya the one...who makes the rules?...or are you?... who's really...in charge?"

She laughed. "I see what you're trying to do. So desperate to touch your dick you want to play mind games. Naughty boy. For that, not happening today."

He whined in protest.

"Just keep playing with your nipples and clenching on my fingers, you'll come eventually... slut."

She moved her face to his neck and trailed her lips along his skin up to ear. Gently nipping his earlobe before whispering.

"Come like a good boy and tomorrow we'll do something special...I promise you'll like it."

Adonis trembled and clamped down on her fingers. An ecstatic surge shot up his spine, lighting up his synapses, his balls didn't pull up and his rectal muscles spasmed. He cried out, his cock leaking slightly as Maria smugly beamed at him. He panted trying to catch his breath, his face filled with bliss.

She pulled her fingers out of his ass, then pulled off the glove and threw it in the trash. She caressed his face before giving him a kiss, he yielded his tongue against hers as he leaned into it she retreated nibbling on his lower lip as they parted. He was groaning slightly at the tease. She flicked the tip of his still hard cock giggling. Giving him a flirtatious look as he pulled his trousers back up before she walked out the door.

What on earth was she going to do tomorrow? He was both apprehensive and excited.

The next day at lunch she bounded into his office locking the door behind her. Her bag looked like it had more than books in it today. He got up from behind his desk and walked over and without being asked dropped his trousers down.

She smirked, coquettishly holding her hands behind her back. "Someone is keen for me to fondle his balls today."

"I am merely accepting the inevitable." He huffed.

She giggled then ran her hands over his testicles, cupping them. Causing him to sigh.

"These are definitely growing bigger. Your hair is growing back too, I'm going to book a wax for you for Friday afternoon. The audience is going to want you to stay smooth."

"What?!" The small bit of pride he felt at her admiration of his balls, was ripped away like how she intended to rip out his pubic hair.

She snickered. "Eh, you'll probably like it. You'll be surprised at how sensitive your skin will feel after...I mean I do it regularly...have a look."

She removed her hands from his balls, lifted up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Showing him her pussy, almost completely waxed with only a small triangle of hair above it. His eyes were glued on it, she pulled a mischievous smirk.

"Touch it, you could be as smooth as this." She tantalisingly offered.

He couldn't resist the urge to trail his fingers across it. Luxuriating in her soft skin and beyond tempted to slip his fingers inside, he became erect. When he caressed them over her folds and a nub, she giggled and interrupted him.

"Oh I am sure you want to keep touching it further, but I had something else in mind. Remove your hands."

He begrudgingly pulled his hands away, silently sulking.

"I have something fun planned for today...if you want me to make you come?"

Giving him a sultry smile. She pulled her panties back up and lowered her skirt.

"Sit on your desk, legs spread wide."

He did as ordered, taking off his trousers so he could comfortably hold his legs apart. She pulled out the items in her bag, a vibrating dildo, a container of lube, a condom and a strange clear silicone tube large enough to fit around his dick. He eyed them curiously. She sheathed the vibrator in the condom and smeared it in lube before placing it at his ring.

As she pushed it inside Adonis groaned, crying out as she switched it on, it buzzed against his prostate.

"Fuck!" He started breathing heavier.

The way it rubbed him inside felt divine. She pulled something else from her bag, a silk stocking. She wrapped it tight around the base of his cock and his balls in figure eight loops, finishing in a bow.

She purred. "I'm not going to have a hand free, so this will have to do, to prevent you from blowing your load."

She picked up the lube and liberally applied it to his dick making it slick. He couldn't help the delight he felt at her caressing her hands along his length. She then picked up the silicone tube and inserted his cock into it. It felt tight and wet from the lube, not as good as a pussy, but it felt good nonetheless with the bumps and ridges along the inside. He couldn't help the moans he let out when she slid it up down his length.

There was no resisting the urge to pump his hips into the tube. As he moved she rocked her wrist in time with his hips. As his eyes became half lidded and his face began to slacken. To add to the sensation barraging his senses when he moved his hips it caused him to squeeze the vibrator pressing it harder against his prostate. With her other hand she started thrusting the vibrator in and out.

It made his legs lose strength and hips start to shake as both his front and back were aggressively stimulated. She smiled at him, devolving into a panting moaning mess before her eyes.

"Which feels better? Your cock wrapped in the fake pussy or your ass being fucked with the vibrator?" She purred, her sultry tone sending shivers through him.

"....I...I don't know." He whined.

Adonis clamped down on the vibrator, crushing it against his prostate as his balls futilely tried to pull up against his body to release themselves but couldn't because of the stocking. As he reached that torturous state of teetering on the edge, it must have been visible to Maria as she increased the pace.

She pounded the vibrator into him and her wrist relentlessly pumped the tube along his dick. Language escaped him as the world went white, he was desperate to grab hold of that feeling. He could only whimper and whine, shaking, until it finally hit him.

Clamping down on the vibrator as he felt blissful joy shoot up his spine. All his muscles tensing up, his legs turning to jelly as he let out something between a cry and a yelp. He felt exhausted as he finished.

"You look so sexy when you come like that. Are you satisfied?" She asked in a sultry tone.

He blearily nodded. She slipped his cock out of the tube and pulled the vibrator out of his ass, he groaned in the process. She removed the condom and threw it in his bin. He slumped back onto his arms resting on the desk. She finally untied the stocking around his cock and balls, he sighed in relief.

She smirked at him, running her thumb over his lips.

"That's it for today, but I have got plans for these lips tomorrow. Bye." She said flirtatiously.

She packed up the toys and waited for him to put his trousers back on before unlocking the door and stepping through closing it behind her.

Part of him was excited for tomorrow and at the same time somewhat apprehensive as to what she was intending.

He was practically waiting for her when she walked in the next day. She locked the door behind her and marched over to him in his chair. She bent over, slipping her hand beneath his waistband into his underwear and grasping his balls.

He raised an eyebrow. "Not even asking me to get up and pull my trousers down?"

She placed a finger under his chin. "You're my slave, I don't have to ask for permission." She flashed a possessive smile. "Still resisting the urge to play with yourself. Good boy. Are these starting to get uncomfortable? They're feeling even bigger."

"Yes." He answered through gritted teeth. "Please tell me I'm going to be able to shoot out a load tomorrow night."

She tittered, her mouth settling into a mischievous grin. "That is part of the plan...eventually."

He groaned. "What are you two going to do to me?"

Keeping her grin. "Why would I ruin the surprise, slave?" She removed her hands from his body, then hopped onto the edge of his desk. She pulled down her underwear before slipping them over her knee-high socks and school shoes. She lifted up her pleated skirt and spread her legs, leaning back presenting herself.

Adonis' eyes went wide as he surveyed her almost perfect pussy, his jaw dropping.

She smirked at his reaction. "I told you I had plans for your lips, your tongue too. I suggest you use them. Be a good boy and pleasure your master."

He leaned forward in his chair, lowering his head between her legs. He ran his tongue up and down her folds, stroking his hands along her thighs to her ass. He worked his tongue towards her clit, flicking his tongue over it and got a moan out of her. She ran a hand through his dark hair, her fingers playing with his curls.

"Why didn't you do this the first time I was on your desk with no panties on?"

His brown eyes flashed up at her.

"You might have actually made me come."

A puckish grin spread across her face, he let out a growl in irritation.

"The fact your act of sexual ineptitude was caught on camera...must be embarrassing." She mercilessly mocked him.

As annoyed as he was, he wrapped his lips around her clit and began sucking. He wasn't inept and he was going to prove it. He was going to make the little bitch come, the remaining fragments of his crippled pride demanded it. Flicking over her nub trapped between his lips with his frantic tongue.

He dared to stroke his fingers against her folds before inserting them and quickly finding her sweet spot inside. Caressing it with his fingers caused her to let out a moan.

"Naughty, I didn't ask you to do that. But you're doing a good job so I'll allow it." She half smiled at him.

He felt vindicated. He focussed his efforts into making her moan, getting her legs to quiver. He had to suppress an excited growl when her hips started humping his face and fingers. Her face losing its calm composure, descending into half lidded, mewling bliss.

"Keep...going." She groaned.

Throwing her head back, she wove both hands through his hair to thoroughly grip his head. She started shaking, choking out a cry as she squeezed around his fingers. Back arching as she tensed up and wrapped her legs around his head. His cock twitched as he felt her insides spasm. God he wanted to fuck her again.

As she came down from her orgasm she released his head from between her legs.

"Good boy, that was satisfying. You can stop now." She panted.

He was reluctant to remove his fingers and his lips. Who knew when she would next allow him to touch her. He felt disappointment as he withdrew from her, sitting back into his chair waiting for her next instruction. She hopped down from his desk and reached into her bag. She put the lube, vibrator, a condom and the silk stocking on the desk.