ANYTHING for college (closed)

[DomG]

He was hardly the only teacher to ever had an interest in a student but James Barnes wasn't like the other teachers. Unlike the others who were infatuated with their students he intended to take advantage of her, to indulge in his desires and his lusts. He was in a position of power after all, as the advanced English and Journalism teacher at the school meant that he not only had power over grades but also his recommendation was essential to getting into a good school, more then a few of his friends were professors at prestigious universities and it was well known around the school that he could make or break your college application.

That was how he was going to get her, how he was going to make her his little toy. She wanted to get into the best school, she had worked hard, had great grades and an excellent record but so did many other young men and women her age, getting in could all hinge on him. Which was why he had instructed her to meet him after school in his office, at four o'clock long after the school was closed and everyone else had gone home, he gave the excuse of running detention as to why it was so late that he wanted to meet her.

Now he sat in his office, pretending to be reading papers while the clock ticked closer to four. He could hardly contain himself, his excitement was almost driving him wild, soon the most lovely young woman at the school would be his to use however he liked, the thought of the skirt she had been wearing earlier that day didn't help either and had in fact shaped what he planned to do to her.

As a knock at the door broke through his fantasies he quickly looked up and straightened up his desk. “Come in!” He called out.

 

[darkest_fate]

This was it. This was the start of it all. Michelle had been working for years for something like this, an opportunity to finally arise. She'd heard that a recommendation from Mr. Barnes was guaranteed to get you into whatever college you wanted. Harvard, Yale, even Oxford, they'd all respond if he came calling. Sure, it was probably an exaggerated rumor, but Michelle had other assets at her beck and call.

No, she wasn't just thinking about her beauty and her body. The girl was aware that she was hot; she'd been prom queen and voted one of the most beautiful of her classmates. Gorgeous red hair done up in the latest fashions, a body with just the right amount of curves, perky breasts that filled most hands without being obnoxious, and an ass that many a guy dreamed of. Naturally Michelle never flaunted her looks or used them to her advantage. In fact, she'd nearly developed a reputation for squashing as many erections as she caused.

Michelle had been thinking about her extremely high grades, her great involvement, and her outgoing attitude. That alone should be enough. thus bolstered, the girl knocked on her teacher's door, slowly pushing it in. with a smile, the girl waved a few fingers and greeted the teacher, sliding in as soon as she was invited.

That skirt that had taunted Mr. Barnes was still on the girl, a short, dark denim number that revealed lush legs. Add on the jade blouse with just a hint of cleavage, and a bared stomach, and you had a girl who was just teasing without flaunting.

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Barnes?"

[ack, longer than usual; sorry about that]

 

[DomG]

Here she was and it was time for him to enjoy what he had been fantasizing about since she had joined the staff of the school paper the year before, but now that she was getting ready to graduate she was ripe, ready for the picking. He had been watching her closely since the first time he had seen her and knew that while many boys paid a great deal of attention to her they were quickly and politely shut down... such a perfect young woman who was going to be all his, to twist and bend to his will.

As she came in his eyes roamed hungrily over her body and he licked his lips a little as though they were dry, covering that with a sip of water as he stood. She looked delicious, showing of just the right about of skin to tease his imagination without becoming a tease herself, it was a fine line but she knew just how to walk along that line without stumbling. “Ah yes, Michelle, my favorite student.” He said without shame, she was many teachers favorites. “Please come in, have a seat, may I offer you a drink?” He asked as he gestured to the chair in front of his desk.

He had been waiting for this for some time, was ready for anything, he had even considered drugging her or getting her drunk before he started this but went against that idea. No he wanted her to be conscious, to give herself to him willingly, or at least to know what was coming without anything dulling her senses. “I asked you here in order to discuss writing a letter or recommendation for the school you want to attend, quid pro quo being a traditional part of this discussion."

 

[darkest_fate]

Michelle nodded, easily taking the seat. Naturally she made certain to adjust everything so that nothing showed, not that she expected Mr. Barnes to take advantage of her, of course. The rumors about him being a leering, conniving man were simply unfounded. Michelle knew there were countless times when he could have been staring at her, and not once had she caught him doing so.

The girl smiled, "Would you please? I'm a little nervous, so something would be great, really," she shifted again, licking her own lips, though for reasons quite contrary to her teacher's.

A letter of recommendation. For her. From him. It was all Michelle could do not to simply dance and jump up and down now. She was as good as in!

"That would be awesome! I mean, thank you, so much, Mr. Barnes," Michelle was nearly bouncing regardless of her attempts to hide her excitement. "I'm sure I'll live up to your expectations; I promise i will. I mean, we've already worked close together and all, what with the paper, so it's not like you don't already know. Oh, this is just too awesome!"

She took another breath, mentally rehashing the words her teacher had just said. Writing a letter for the school she wanted to attend. Quid pro..

"Quo," finished Michelle. She blinked. "Did you want something from me, Mr. Barnes? Like, an assignment or a writing sample or something?"

But surely he had some of those, right?

 

[DomG]

Her grace when she sat, such lady like poise. Though he hated it because it never gave him so much as a peek of her inner thigh and never caused her top to shift in a way that might be considered inappropriate he also loved it because of how much it set her apart from the others around her. She had pride, she was a well behaved young lady and that would make it even better for him when the time came for her to learn her proper place.

And her excitement, so out of character for her, practically bouncing up and down with joy at what he was offering her, so refreshing, a reminder of her youth and her innocence. Other young women in the past had attempted to seduce him in order to get what he was offering Michele but he was quite sure that it had never even crossed her mind, pity was that it had crossed his several times and he would be the aggressor in this situation.

“Yes, quid pro quo.” He said with a small smile as he moved from behind his desk, making his way to the door which he locked before drawing the blinds on the doors window shut. “You get something but in return you must give me something that I desire.” Slowly he moved in behind her, taking his time before he reached out and brushed a little bit of hair away from her neck. “I have plenty of writing samples... more then enough to make sure you could go anywhere you desire... all I need is motivation.” Reaching down he gently ran his fingers from her neck down over her blouse and her breasts, his fingers hardly touching her at all. “You will help motivate me won't you Michele?” He whispered now, his breath hot on her ear and his lips brushing her neck.

 

[darkest_fate]

While Michelle was innocent, and she wasn't the type to flaunt herself, she could still recognize advances. She did have a television, after all, and you'd have to be blind not to notice what went on day to day at a high school like hers. So when Mr. Barnes started getting up and walking around, Michelle started putting pieces together. Blinds were being drawn close, darkness was closing in, and the girl's excitement was being replaced by something else.

Michelle swallowed, forcing a smile anyway. Hands were moving her red locks now, causing the girl to tense. She could hear her own breathing, heavy, almost panicked. Those hands were traveling down her front, getting close to an area that was previously untouched. The girl's breath caught for a moment, and she wondered what she should be doing. She needed his letter. she didn't want to be molested though; she was supposed to be saving herself.

"I'm a good girl," she said, her voice nearly squeaky. She swallowed, turning her head back. "But I'm good at lots of things. Surely there's something," she swallowed again, "something I could help you with?"

The implication was something besides her body, but Michelle hadn't realized that she was half-offering just that with her words. The nervous girl looked at the door, wondering if she should just leave. But... she wanted that letter so badly. Maybe just some touching? some petting? That wouldn't be so bad... would it?

 

[DomG]

He knew she would catch on quickly but a firm hand was placed on her shoulder in order to keep her from trying to get up and flee from him, not that he would be letting her go, trying to run from him would only get her bent over his desk and held down while he got what he wanted from her anyway... however her being willing did play along better with his plans to turn his into his dependent little whore, to make her crave his touch.

“Yes you are a good girl, a very good girl.” He whispered before his tongue darted out, tasted her neck and ran up the side of her face. “And believe me what I have in mind for you won't be all that difficult, in fact I know you will enjoy it.” Sticking with his plan he continued to move his hand lower, across her flat stomach and down her skirt till he reached her legs, and then slowly back up again. “This is the deal that I will make for you Michele, for the next hour or so you belong to me... during this time I will not penetrate you... at least not unless you ask for it. If you can last the entire hour without once asking me to give you release then I write the letter, if not then you belong to me for the rest of the school year.”

He wasn't giving her much of a choice in it, he figured that the deal would sound pretty good and he continued to press his hand further up till he felt the material of her panties. “Tell me Michele, do we have a deal or are you going to throw your entire future away... keep in mind that you of course have no proof that I have done anything at all yet.”

 

[darkest_fate]

The licking was disturbing; it made Michelle's skin crawl. Little goose bumps were sure to show on her flesh, and she was already starting to squirm. The last thing she wanted was to be touched, especially sexually touched, by her teacher. Yet his hands traveled down Michelle's front, and she couldn't do anything to stop him. Her eyes widened in a mixture of shock and horror as his hands went between her skirt. Surely he wouldn't...

But he would. His hands were over her, fluttering like some kind of foul insect or something. Michelle swallowed, opening and closing her hands. Just one hour. That was all he was offering. One hour of his touching and groping hands, and as long as Michelle didn't beg for release, which the girl guessed meant asking to orgasm, the letter was hers. That should be easy enough.

"No penetration," she demanded, her voice the authoritative one generally reserved for student council meetings and acceptance speeches. "You can do whatever you want to me, but no penetrating. And I'm not touching," her eyes flicked to his crotch, "that."

The girl licked her lips, and straightened. If she was to be molested, fine, but it would be on her terms, not his. Michelle took one last look at the clock, memorized the time, and looked back at her teacher.

"one hour, starting now," she informed him. She braced herself to reject his touch for the next sixty minutes.

 

[DomG]

One hour with anything he wanted so long as she didn't have to touch his cock, a real pity because he had been hoping to rub it up against her at some point, to stroke himself to release over her breasts or her face but with that one hour he could do more then she thought he would be able to. “My fingers and my tongues won't count as penetration of course.” He pointed out quickly as he forced her thighs open, his hand on her shoulder moving to brush gently along his cheek before he lightly kissed her shoulder.

“You are gorgeous though.” He whispered to her, his lips moving softly over her neck as he lightly brushed his fingers up and down the crotch of her panties, finding the outline of her slit and pressing against it. “Even with this clothing on I can see that your body is without flaw... but you know this of course, not only do you know the power that your body offers you but you are the sort of girl who wouldn't take advantage of it... a pity because if you had come to me then your recommendation would have been written by now.”

With agile fingers he pulled aside the crotch of her panties, brushing over the flesh of her bare cunt for the first time. “Soon you are going to be all mine though, soon I will hear you whimper and moan as you near what it is that you desire... I would put money on the possibility that you haven't dealt with your own needs very often, tell me when I find a spot you like.”

 

[darkest_fate]

"Of course," muttered Michelle. She wasn't pleased with the agreement, but it seemed best to compromise, especially given her position. He had his hands all over her body, yet she had the blackmail to hold over him should it come to that. It seemed fairly balanced, really. So the girl shook her head and took a deep breath, readied.

Fingers danced over her crotch, and Michelle could feel the featherlight touch through the thin cotton fabric. She hadn't been expecting molestation today; hadn't exactly been counting on anyone seeing those. The underwear, therefore, were less sexy and more functional: those innocent white pairs you see on so many girls. Now they seemed meager protection against the fingers that rubbed against her.

Yet Michelle bit her lip and resisted. Yes, she had the urge to moan as that finger went along her slit, an area she'd barely touched. The girl wasn't completely dense; she'd heard of masturbation. It had simply seemed wrong to her, and a waste of time. The few times she'd tried it, she'd gotten mostly frustrated and barely managed to get a reaction. Apparently Mr. Barnes knew Michelle's body better than she did.

The girl hissed as she felt her panties moving. Already? She gripped the sides of the chair. "No," she managed, then bit her lips. Chances were he didn't want any real response, beyond what he was already cooing about. Michelle certainly wasn't going to give him anything.

Though those fingers made her body tingle, as though it wondered what was happening, and what would come of all this.

 

[DomG]

Though he couldn't see her panties he already knew with an amazing amount of certainty what she would be wearing, simple cotton, maybe pink or a light blue, maybe with some childish designs on it bit in the end they would be innocent and simple, covering a great deal of her nether regions. By touch alone he could tell the cotton part was right and soon he would be able to see what color they were. Still feeling her cunt was so much more enjoyable and he wondered how she would look down there, he was picturing that perfect pink and no doubt her nipples was matching it, a delicate little clit topping it off, swollen and begging for his touch.

At his fingers teased her with the feather light strokes he watched her carefully, making note of each and everything that she did, from her breathing to her blush to the way her hands were gripping the seats so tightly. She might not want to admit she was enjoying it, that weak no wasn't much though, but he could easily read her body language, he would take note of every twitch and gasp to keep her building up to the edge as long as he could.

“Take your top off for me, I want to see those lovely tits of yours.” He whispered as he shifted a little to allow her to do that, while he spoke his fingers pressed against her harder and moved up until they found her clit, lightly pinching the small bud of flesh for a second before his fingers moved back down and one slowly pressed into her, twisting and squirming the entire time as it did, pleased to find a little moisture to aid its entry.

 

[darkest_fate]

Michelle could feel that her face was getting flush, and her body was certainly tensing. While she might not want to react at all, and she certainly didn't want to show it, her body clearly had other ideas. That lush little teenage form hadn't gotten nearly enough attention to be immune to Mr. Barnes' charms. It was obviously setting itself up to betray its owner.

"My," began Michelle, pausing to swallow. He would want her top. The girl's hands went to begin undoing her buttons, quite the difficult task when her sex was receiving the attention it was. she'd only gotten a few done when Michelle suddenly gasped and trembled.

Some piece of her, something she hadn't been aware of, had suddenly been pinched. What should hurt or surprise had instead sent a tremor of pleasure straight to the core of Michelle, arching from deep between her legs. The girl had gasped in surprised, hands again gripping the sides of the chair for support. Her breasts heaved, the white cotton trapped orbs just visible in the half-cleavage Michelle had just created. you could see little multi-colored circles on the surface of the cotton; the perfect innocence showing again.

A finger had slid into Michelle now, twisting and moving. Yes, there was some moisture, mostly released when her clit had been pinched. The girl bit her lip, her head lolling back. she could resist this. Mind over matter.

Taking a deep breath, Michelle reached up and finished off the rest of her buttons, exposing her bra clad chest. She wrenched open her eyes and looked straight up at the ceiling, hoping to focus on something else. It had only been minutes, and she knew she was reacting far more than she'd expected.

 

[DomG]

As her breasts, though still covered by her bra, came into view James licked his lips a little bit, the white orbs were as perfect as he had hoped and with the flick of a wrist he tugged down the offending material in order to free the supple flesh. As her nipples became visible his breath caught for a moment, they were just how he had fantasized they would be, just the right size, placed in the perfect center of those naturally firm orbs, and that pink that practically begged for him to latch his lips around them and suckle.

“You are enjoying every moment of this.” He accused her as her head rolled back, his fingers rolling her nipples and pinching her clit again, this time holding it longer and tugging a little bit. “I can feel the moisture building up on your thighs, I can feel how hard your nipples are... and I haven't even been working on you for seven minutes.” Things were going so much better then he had thought they would at this point, he probably wouldn't even need the entire hour.

Leaning in he brushed his lips over hers, a chaste kiss that was completely at odds with the way he was molesting and teasing her body. “There are so many more things that I can show you, the pleasures you feel now aren't nearly as intense as those that I will be showing you in the coming weeks.” In his mind he had already won, she just had to admit it and they could move on to bigger and better things.

 

[darkest_fate]

"I am nooot," moaned Michelle. She rolled her body, feeling her hips rise up slightly. The fingers on her nipples stung a little, but still they hardened into little points, tiny indentations of pink flesh standing our proudly against the white. The twisting of her clit made Michelle moan, her hips buck against the fingers. Moisture had already started to gather, and now her lips were slowly starting to swell. Blood flowed to the clitoris, readying itself for more playing.

The kiss brought Michelle's mind to a screeching halt. Chaste, soft, it was the kind of kiss you got from someone who actually cared about you, not the man who was effectively molesting you. It made Michelle all too aware of what was going on in her body and what her reactions were. The girl stiffened, eyes widening.

Michelle shook her head, gripping tightly on the chair. She forced her legs out slightly, not wanting to anger Mr. Barnes, but also clearly not offering. In fact, the girl's eyes seemed to steel themselves, hard blue orbs rebellious against the orders. You didn't have to look hard to see the lust shining forth though, and realize this was mostly a front, a last rally from a desperate girl.

"Not interested," she said. "So just do what you want and let's get this over with."

 

[DomG]

The entire point of the kiss had been to catch her off guard, to keep her off balance so she would be less able to resist against the pleasures that he was inflicting on her unwilling body. Had he just fucked her then she would have only resented him and had plenty of evidence with which to blackmail him, but what he was doing would leave no solid evidence other then the possibility that she had been masturbating recently. “What I want to do is to press you up against the wall and slowly slide into your warm little pussy.” He whispered with a chuckle. “To thrust and grind against you until I hear you moan my name.”

As he spoke his fingers on her clit shifted again, a lone finger pressing inside of her again and twisting in search of that elusive g-spot while his thump rolled over her clit repeatedly, rubbing hard and fast on the now fully engorged little bud. “Come on Michelle, you know that you want to cum, you want me to make you cream all over my fingers and then see me lick them clean.” This was followed by another kiss, this one starting just as chaste but soon growing in passion, his tongue sliding from his own mouth to brush against her lips in a silent plea for entry.

All the while the hand that had been toying with her breasts splayed out and ran over the rest of her body, brushing and lightly pinching the spots of her body that he knew would be the most sensitive, these erogenous spots meant to bring her to even further arousal as a way to enhance what she was already feeling. “Just give in to me Michelle, you have to know that trying to resist me is meaningless. You will never last the entire hour.”

 

[darkest_fate]

Michelle wasn't going to last. Now, just ten minutes in, she knew how foolish she'd been to even assume she would. This man had far more skill in sexual manner than she'd ever guessed, and he was bringing all that to bear upon her body now. The girl had started squirming, her hips moving and rotating despite herself. A thumb disturbed her nub, that little ball of nerves, and the girl shook. Arousal was building quickly now, making her body tenser and tenser. Michelle's hips rose to meet Mr. Barnes's hands, her want evident. That finger slid inside, finding Michelle's slit to be warm and inviting. Inner walls seemed to pull, as if wanting further intrusion.

"I don't--" she tried again, only to have her lips squished by a kiss. Again the girl's eyes widened, and again she stiffened. A moan slid into their lip lock, brought out by the motions along her sex. The added kiss simply meant that Michelle's defenses were dropping. The girl's hands went to grip at Mr. Barnes's wrists, but they weren't moving. Obviously Michelle didn't know whether she wanted more or for it to stop.

He broke to taunt, and Michelle moaned again. her body was being played marvelously, and she could feel the swelling just above her sex, that pressure building. her eyes pinched shut, and she let out a loud, long moan.

"I'm going to--' she said. she bit her lip, moaning loudly, her body trembling. Like it or not, the girl was about to cum, all from the molestation of someone she was beginning to hate.

 

[DomG]

She was moving against his hand like a well trained whore would move on his cock, Michelle might want to keep fighting him but it was becoming evident that she stood no chance in resisting much longer, all that it would take was to wait until she was about to come and then let nature do its job. As she began to move against him he watched her extremely closely, feeling everything that he could in order to know the exact moment to stop his ministrations. He couldn't wait until he won this little bed with her, if she was able to squeeze his cock anything like she was working his fingers then she would be a slice of heaven.

Seeing the signs of her approaching orgasm James chuckled a little bit into her ear. “Not that easy, you don't get to cum without asking first.” He reminded her as he withdrew his finger from her pussy and ceased rubbing her clit, though his other hand continued to lightly trace over her body. “Go on Michelle, just say the word please and I will give you what it is that you want, I will even use my mouth in order to finish you off if you like.”

In order to help punctuate what he had said James brought his still moist fingers to his mouth and slowly licked them clean, savoring her taste in full view of her. “One word Michelle.” He whispered into her ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. “Just say it and you get everything that you want, the recommendation, and an orgasm like none you have ever experienced.”

 

[darkest_fate]

Michelle whimpered as the fingers were removed from her, creating a void she'd never felt before. That longing, the intense build-up, it remained. Her hips still moved in little circles, the moisture still gathered about her. The nipples were two small bullet points of nerves. A flush had come over, lighting up her blue eyes. The girl bit her lip.

She was good. She didn't let boys so much as touch her; she'd never actually came off her own fingers, not with feelings like this gathered within her. She didn't smoke, drink, get tattoos, or do any of the things that would make parents frown. Yet here she was, her panties shifted to the side, her legs spread wide, her sex wanting.

One word, and he'd give her the orgasm of his life. Michelle had no doubts that he would too; he clearly had talent. She'd cum, and he'd even give her the recommendation letter. Dimly, Michelle was aware that there was something else involved, some other promise that she couldn't quite remember. It didn't matter. her body knew what it wanted, and the deliberation was mostly for show.

"Please," she said. She rolled her head, looking into his eyes. Her eyes flicked down at her overheated body, then up at her teacher. "Please. Make me cum."

 

[DomG]

His for the rest of the school year and with a single word that is what she became. He wondered if she was even able to think clearly through the pleasure that he had been inflicting on her innocent flesh but that didn't concern him, she had made a deal and he would hold her to it. Besides he had a feeling that she would want more pleasure from him after this, all he would have to do was nudge her a little bit in the right direction and he had a feeling that she would come to him willingly, starting out slow and slowly deepening the twisted pleasures that he was exposing her to.

“Good girl, though next time you want something from me I want you to call me sir.” He whispered into her ear before moving to the ground before her, his legs pushing her thighs open and his head moving inward. He took his time, his lips slowly moving over her thighs, his tongue tracing small patterns and his teeth lightly teasing the soft flesh before he reached his goal. Before he started though he first inhaled deeply, savoring her scent before he lightly kissed her cunt.

From there he began in earnest, his tongue pressing into her and twisting while his lip moved over her clit, his hands massaging her thighs. “You taste wonderful.” He praised her as he moved his tongue up over her clit, lightly teasing it as he pushed two fingers into her cunt to find the spot he had teased earlier. “Cum for me Michelle, I want to hear you moan.”

 

[darkest_fate]

"Yes sir," muttered Michelle, again only dimly aware of what she was agreeing to. Her body was moving on its own now, following urges that Michelle had grossly underestimated. Her legs parted easily enough, allowing Mr. Barnes better access to the tight, pink folds that he so wanted. You could see moisture forming on those lips, see the little pink nub sticking out from it, and see just a bit of cum already starting to form on the edges.

Little kisses moved up her tender thighs, each one inflaming Michelle further. Her eyes were locked upon the head between her legs now, completely enthralled by what he was doing. Each little nip, each little lick, brought a new pulse of need through the girl. she moaned, barely managed to stifle the noise with the back of her hand. She shuddered once more.

Lips lightly pressed against her sex, and Michelle gasped in surprise. Once more her hands gripped the chair, though this time, it was to brace herself to better handle that which was being thrust upon her. A tongue slid into her folds, and Michelle lost all reserve. The girl squirmed and arched her hips, trying to give him better access to the tight folds. Her pussy grasped at the tongue, then at the fingers, those inner muscles already starting to work him. The fingers found the spot eventually.

And Michelle lose herself.

She arched, she shuddered, she let out a loud, low moan. Again the girl bit her lip, smothering her own noise. This turned what would have been a scream of joy into a near squeal. Her trembling sex vibrated around the trapped fingers, rippling along it. A few more bucking motions, a loud cry from Michelle, and the girl collapsed in the chair, panting, her clothes and hair askew, little doubt remaining as to what she'd done.

"I, I, I came," she said. Like he couldn't have figured that out on his own.

 

[DomG]

He had even been able to feel her trying to squeeze his tongue and pull it deeper into her cunt, it was as if her body was made to be perfect for fucking. There was no doubt in the teachers mind that she would milk his cock like nothing else when he finally deflowered her, the only question was if he should do so now or wait a little while to try her out. The school hardly seemed like the most fitting place, perhaps he would merely have her drop to her knees and use her mouth to satisfy his growing needs.

Even as she came, bucking against his face he continued to move his tongue and fingers against and inside of her, trying to drag it out for as long as he could and enjoying each and every noise that she made as she came. And once he was done though he kissed his way back up her stomach, lightly kissing each nipple and then a much deeper kiss, heavily passionate and hungry with his tongue delving into into her mouth, leaving not a single surface unexplored before he broke it off.

“Such a good girl.” He whispered as he looked down at her, taking one of her limp arms and gently placing her hand against the large bulge in his pants. “Now if you remember the terms of our little agreement you belong to me for the rest of the school year, to do with as I please. Now in return you will not only get the letter of recommendation that you desire but you will experience so much more then I just showed you... now why don't you be a good girl and take my cock out?”

 

[darkest_fate]

Dazed, Michelle licked her lips, tasting something unique, something sweet: herself. Mr. Barnes had just been eating her out, yes, that was the word for it, and he hadn't completely cleaned his lips of her essence before attacking her. That dueling tongue had had the unique flavor of Michelle, and it nearly made the girl moan once more.

she felt her hand move, but didn't do anything to aid it or even really look. The fingers touched something hard, something quite large, in fact. Feeling Mr. Barnes through his trousers was enough to bring a little clarity back to the sedated redhead. Blinking, she looked to her hand, noting the bulge beneath it, then to the eyes of the man.

"I... what?" she said. Her mind went over what had just happened. there had been cumming; that had been good. some kissing. A lot of touching. And he'd made a deal with her. If she had resisted for an hour, he would have just written the letter and let her go. As it was, she was now his for the duration of the school year.

"Oh fuck," she said. Blinked again, and looked up at the man. "You can't be---"
But he had to be. He'd directed her hand to his crotch, and his order didn't sound like a joke. Michelle swallowed, moving her hand toward the zipper. Might as well get this over with. A shaking hand took the metal nob, bringing it down quickly. Her other hand dove in, grabbing for whatever was inside. Assuming he was large, and why wouldn't he be? Michelle would stop, her eyes growing wide as she stared at her hand.

"But that's-- you can't expect me to," she looked at her hand, then at the man. surely he didn't really expect her to. She was so small, and he'd barely fit his hand in her...

 

[DomG]

Even the feeling of her hand was enough to draw a moan from his lips, he was quite well hung and knew that she had to be nervous but he couldn't let her stop just because she was uncertain. She had agreed that she would belong to him if she had failed to win their little wager. Though his body craved her, though he wanted nothing more then to be buried deep inside of her body while she withered beneath him James would force himself to be patient.

“I was quite serious about this little deal of ours.” He assured her as a hand on her wrist forced her to feel more of his length though he was still confined to his pants, she could take him out when she was ready to. “And for the rest of the school year Michelle you will belong to me, the two of us will have a great deal of fun, you will do what I want, dress how I tell you to, and even behave like I want you to, though I won't infringe on how you behave to often.” That was of course a lie, soon he would have her acting like his personal little whore, dressed to please him whenever he desired.

“I don't however expect to just fuck you today, this is hardly the time nor the place.” He assured her with a gentle smile. “I do expect you to get me off though before you leave, how you accomplish this is entirely up to you.”

 

[darkest_fate]

The member beneath Michelle's hand felt massive, far larger than she'd ever figured it would be. Part of her wanted to see it, to confirm with her eyes what her hands felt. Part of her was dreading exactly that, especially knowing what he planned to do with it... to her. The girl's hand curled tentatively about the cock, her nails dragging against the still covered hardness.

"You were serious," she repeated, almost robotically. He wanted her for a slave, a personal pet, to do with as he pleased for the rest of the school year. That meant months of dressing how he wanted, acting how he wanted, probably smelling how he wanted. Doubtless he would make her scream with pleasure, writhe with sweet torment, and generally regret the day she ever walked into that office.

Michelle felt like crying, but she shoved aside such thoughts and feelings for now. It wouldn't help her. For now, she had to get her teacher off, as quickly as possible, and hopefully with a minimal amount of actual contact. The girl slid her hand over the hardness, feeling it throb even within the cotton. Leaning forward, Michelle forced an uneasy smile, her pale hand stroking the still trapped cock.

Then, the girl had an idea. Leaning over, she spat at the man's crotch, moistening it, wetting it. She then rubbed her hand against it even faster, moving her face closer to it, close enough that each of her breaths would puff against the trapped, throbbing piece of meat. The girl's tongue tentatively went out to rub against the hardness. With a wince, she withdrew, instead focusing on rubbing and stroking, her hand moving sporadically over the massive thing.

 

[DomG]

He had been willing to let her do whatever she wanted in order to get him off but that was hardly what he had meant. For her to stroke him through his underwear was hardly satisfactory, doing little more then teasing him. Sure it felt nice and her hot breath through the material had made his entire body throb but did she think that spitting on his underwear in an attempt to tease him would do anything more then annoy him.

“That isn't even half way good enough.” He sneered at her as he reached down and removed her hand before unbuttoning his pants and without any hesitation let them fall, pushing his boxers down after so that his cock now stood, proud free and erect right before her face. “When I want you to please me then you will at the very least take a hold of my cock and stroke it with your bare hand... though I would rather have your tongue running along my shaft and teasing my balls.”

With a hand on her head he held her in place, running his cock along her cheek. “You will do better pleasing me Michelle or else I will punish you, am I under stood?” His eyes were intense as he took hold of her hand and placed it back on his cock, watching her expectantly.