Part 1

“Thanks Miss,” a young woman accepted a sheet of paper from her hand and exited through the door at the back of the room, following the rest of the students out to break time.

“Mr. Reign,” she took a step back, instantly recognising him in his trilby and steampunk sunglasses. They had been chatting online for some time, and really got to know each other. She had expressed a deep longing to meet him in person, so here he was.

“Audrey,” he bowed his head. He shut the door, then twisted his fingers and the lock engaged. He drew the blind down over the window set into the door, and made his way across the back of the classroom, to the long row of glass panes that looked out onto the campus.

She was standing at her desk, watching him with her mouth open and no words coming out. He was really here, in her room, and her legs suddenly felt weak. She wore a white shirt over a black bra, small pearls lining her collar-bone, with a black pencil-skirt that reached her knees. Her high-heels were a creamy-grey colour, stockings rising from them to match the tone of her skin. Her hair was long and somewhat curly; deep-auburn near her scalp, transitioning to a reddish-pink towards the ends. Her eyes were slightly made up with a small cat eye, but otherwise she had obeyed his first rule.

“You look fantastic, by the way,” his hand rose to the toggle of the first window, and the blind fell down over it to block the world from view. He moved to the next blind. “Are you aware that most of your male students, maybe even some of the females, probably masturbate while thinking of you?”

“I’m an attractive older woman with large breasts and a slim figure. I realise that I am a crush for many of my students. None of them compare to you, though. They do not have your mind.”

“Please do bursa escort elaborate,” he lowered another blind, the lights in the ceiling keeping the room well-lit.

“Sir, you are not much older than my students, yet you have a maturity… a wiseness about you that I find so arousing. Your words have a power over me, even through messages on my phone, that soak my soul as well as my panties. The way you describe the things that you do to me in the Descriptive World, I am always a quivering mess for you. I only request, with the greatest respect, that you do those things to my physical body.”

He finished shutting the last blind, “Where are your manners?”

“Please, Sir, will you dominate me?”

He turned to her and she bit her lip, her juices starting to trickle down her thigh. He had shown her photos of his face, but nothing compared to seeing him in person, and now his facial expression betrayed nothing of his thoughts. It had her guessing, wondering what blissful torture he was planning to bestow upon her body. He took a step forward and her knees went weak. She leaned against the front of her desk. He came in close and her hands shot behind her for support. She was wearing high-heels, but even so, he was six foot tall and looming over her. The top of her head was level with his lips, but his right foot planted behind her legs and she felt so small. Her breath hitched as he leaned down and she arched backwards. She could feel his heat. His left leg planted so that he was almost straddling her. Her eyes closed and her lips parted in anticipation. Finally, he was going to kiss her. His hands reached down to the desk.

Part 2

The shadows faded from her closed lids as he stood up, and she opened her eyes with disappointment. He çanakkale escort was still leaning against her lap, grinding subtly on her tight pencil skirt, and in his right hand he held a deep-red apple. He bit into it, taking in a huge mouthful of crunchy deliciousness, and she stared longingly at the juice that dripped over his lips. She wanted it to be her juices, but she knew to not complain. If she had learned anything about him, it was that he always had a plan. She would just have to trust that he would eventually have her writhing in his arms. He removed his hat and glasses and rested them on one of the student’s desks.

He sank his teeth into the juicy orb again, only this time he did not bite all the way through. Both of his hands were free, the apple gripped in his jaws, and he combed his left fingers beneath the back, right side of her head. He tightened his hold on her hair, his right hand on the desk for support, and he came in as if he were going to kiss her. They had shared quite a connection online, and to an extent she felt like she knew what he wanted. Now she could see his thoughts in his eyes. As he came in she closed her eyes slowly, and she opened her mouth wide to accept the fruit. He watched her lips suckle around the blood-red skin, spilling with saliva and juice in an arousing display of lust. With his left hand he grabbed the apple, placing it on the desk.

“Good girl,” he groped her breasts through her shirt and bra. She hummed at the pressure, wanting so desperately for him to touch her properly. That was what he did, though. He teased her, tortured her with foreplay, until she was brimming with lust and begging for release. She crunched on the apple, eyes closed, juices gulping down her gullet that made his penis rize escort bounce. He squeezed her breasts hard and she hummed louder. “You like that.”

“Yes, Sir. Please kiss me, Sir.”

Their lips met harshly and he groped her breasts in every direction. He leaned harder onto her lap and her hands clenched the edge of the desk. His right hand rose to her cheek, his fingers cradling her jaw, and her hands caressed his hips. She felt his chest, running her fingertips up to his shoulders. Their nostrils flared, their tongues danced, their faces turned over each other. She started trying to undo the buttons of her shirt, but he grabbed her wrists and forced them down.

“Hands back on the desk,” he said in a deep tone. She whimpered, but obeyed, and he kissed her cheek, her jaw, and worked towards her ear.

His breath was heavy and loud, a light nibble of her lobe making her squirm. Her heart pounded in her ears, in time with his breath. His full weight was now grinding against the front of her body, chest to chest, his penis grinding on her lap, his left arm hugging her right and his right hand rubbing her left thigh. Her forearms were trapped against his shoulders, hands on top and clamping down.

“Your body belongs to me, and you do not have permission to touch it.” No words came to mind so she just giggled, and was not disappointed when it earned her a bite on her neck. She squealed, hands still trapped on his shoulders. She was hungry for his touch, he was hungry for her breasts, and neither of them were done with their tongues. They were a perfect match, knowing what the other wanted without the use of words. He brought his head back up, her hands held his face, and while his fingers unbuttoned her shirt she did her best to suck the passion from his mouth.

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