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Westminster Academy (Charon & iHane)

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The campus of Westminster Academy, a prestigous all-girls prep school, was situated in deep rolling hills and forested land miles from the nearest town. Opened at the beginning of the 19th century it provided its students with an exceptional education with many of their alumni going on to Ivy League schools and even greater things afterwards. Since its inception it had provided girls and their families without the means to pay for such an education the opportunity for a full scholorship- tuition, room & board, books, everything. The application was somewhat different than most. Besides the usual requirements, transcripts and an essay on how badly they wanted the scholorship, prospective students also had to submit couple of photos- a head shot and a full body. Westminster only selected the brightest and most attractive applicants each year.

The bus which had picked up the 20 or so girls from the airport stopped in front of the imposing Main Administration building and as the excited girls stepped off with their bags and suitcases they were met by a middle aged man.

"Welcome girls!" he began, "to your new home. If you will all follow me, I'll be providing some extra details about your scholarship in a moment. Keep in mind that failure to meet our standards will quickly send you packing home with your families responsible to reimburse the school for the cost of your education, and I'm not talking about our academic standards." He received a number of confused looks from the girls. "You'll see in a moment" he said and then ushered them inside.

Once inside and seated in the lecture hall the man went on to explain many different things about the school but the most shocking to most of the girls was that as "scholorship students" they were to become the pet of a faculty member and they were to see to his every need. "Come with me ladies, we have to issue you your new uniforms and the selection ceremony begins in 20 minutes." He waved his hand summoning them to follow him as he passed theough a side entrance and into the adjacent room. There they were issued their uniform, a plaid mini skirt in the school's colors, tightly fiting white blouses and white g-strings.

"Ladies, you have 10 minutes to change and I'll be back to escort you to the selection ceremony." With that he tuned and left, pulling the door shut behind him.
 
Skylar sighed as she joined the bus once it had spotted it at the airport. The girls on the bus looked all much prettier than she, at least in her mind. As she got to the school, she walked down the steps in a slower fashion as she was pushed by one of the girls. Sighing, she fixed herself, having to push up her chest seeing as she had been well endowed with a lovely sized chest. The man that was guiding them through the things had confused her, and one of the many confused looks he got was from her. Entering in, she sat in a cushy seat and actually began to talk with some of the other girls. When he began to talk, she listened intently.

Every need? That was interesting. She bit her lip and got up. The uniform shocked her a bit more as well, but she didn't want her parents to have to pay for her. Swallowing, she stripped in front of the other girls - not like they had much of a choice - and slipped off her already skimpy panties to replace them with the g-string. Pulling on the top, and even if it was suppose to be tight fitting, it went to extremes on her. It didn't fit that well, seeing as at the bottom it barely covered her hips before the skirt picked up covering. The top of the shirt barely buttoned around her chest and it was going to pop at any second, she was sure, but she said nothing.

Finally she and the other girls were ready to go but they still had a few minutes, or possibly a few seconds, to wait. Some girls, including Skylar, sat down. That had been a bad idea, seeing as how their skirts hid nothing upon sitting down. The g-string was revealed as were their thighs, and basically every sexual thing they had was being showed off thanks to these uniforms.
 
“This way ladies. Don’t you all look so beautiful in your new uniforms? Each of you are certainly going to make your instructors very happy.” The man called as he opened the door. They slowly rose, many seemingly uncomfortable with how little their new uniforms left to the imagination. He led them out of the Admin building following a sidewalk to the nearby auditorium. As they entered they could hear voices inside the auditorium; about two dozen men speaking amongst themselves. But as soon as they entered, all eyes turned to them and conversations faded as they made their way down the aisle and onto the stage where they stood shoulder to shoulder facing the audience.

“Esteemed faculty members, it is my pleasure to introduce to you this year’s scholarship students.” He spent a few moments to allow the applause to fade before continuing. “Gentlemen, the selection ceremony is one of our greatest traditions. The girl you choose today will be yours. You are to develop her into the woman we expect to represent this fine Academy once she graduates and goes on to even greater things.” Another round of applause rose and fell. “I now invite you fine gentlemen to the stage so that you may have a better look at our students. And please remember gentlemen, you may not speak to or touch the students during the selection process.” With a wave of the hand the administrator who led the girls in motioned for the faculty to approach.
 
She spent most of the walk pulling on her skirt to keep it covering everything. Hearing the voice of men, she blushed and then stared at them all. She blinked and then watched as the teachers came up and she sighed again. She gave a little bit of a turn as she was approached, showing off for all of the teachers that walked by. She stood there, quietly, letting them look at her. She was a little nervous. Was she going to have sex with them? Yes, probably.
 
Returning from his daily run Ian watched the bus pull up in front of the Admin building and cursed himself as he checked his watch. He'd lost track of time once again, paying closer attention to his body while he ran rather than the time. He'd always been a runner and the undeveloped region around the campus rather reminded him of the Lakes District back in England and had been a major draw when he'd been recruited by the school. Realizing time was tight, he picked up the pace to his apartment so he could shower and change before the selection ceremony.

This was his third year at Westminster Academy, and an important one for him as well. The Englishman had enough tenure this year to ensure that he would be able to choose a girl of his own, rather than having to share her attentions with another faculty member. He presumed it could be hard for them to serve two masters and the thought of training a girl to his expectations excited him. He climbed the stairs quickly, two at a time, to reach his small faculty apartment unlocking the door and entering quickly.

Jessica was there, kneeling on the padded mat by the door wearing her white school blouse held closed by a single button and lace panties. Her hands were clasped behind her back and her hazel green eyes looked up at him expectantly. She was a senior this year and the thought of her graduating both pleased and disappointed him.

"Bollocks. I'm running late again, help me get ready." He was already pulling off his shoes, hopping as he made his way toward the bathroom.

"Yes sir." Jessica spoke as she rose from the mat and crossed the room to him. As he pulled the T-shirt over his head, she untied his shorts and in a practiced motion drew them down over his knees. She loved the way he smelled after a run and her eyes beckoned upwards towards his. "Please?" she begged.

He knew he shouldn't allow it, but the look in her eyes and her mouth so tantalizingly close to his cock was more than he could resist. "Only until I am hard, then into the shower." He reached over to start the water running as he spoke.

"Thank you sir." She whispered on a sultry voice before taking his dick in one hand, her mouth finding its head and sucking hungrily. With her other hand she unbuttoned her blouse and shook out of it exposing her perfect breasts. She began to pump his shaft, slowly at first and then with more vigor and moaned softly as he grew hard in her mouth.

He didn't want her to stop- she was his first and favorite, and in the three years they'd been together she'd learned every way in which to bring him pleasure. But he'd given her the conditions and they had to be met. She knew she was supposed to stop now that he was hard, but her rebellious streak paired with her desire to bring him pleasure meant she wouldn't until ordered to. Some things never changed.

"That's enough, into the shower." His voice was clear and patient and she rose dutifully to strip off her pink lace panties. She adjusted the temperature slightly before stepping in, making room for him to join her. Ian was just over six feet tall with an athletic build and he sometimes found it hard to believe that he would soon be 35. His legs were strong and muscular as was his chest and abdomen. There weren't many distractions at Westminster Academy other than Jess or the occasional taste of another girl, so he spent hours a week in the Fitness Center and the results were obvious. He squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hand and began to scrub his short dusty brown hair. As he did he felt Jess press her tits into his back as she reached around with the bar of soap to wash his chest, moving slowly lower until she once again held his cock in her free hand.

"No more, I'm late." His voice was more forceful then before and she knew she was on the verge of being insubordinate which he would not tolerate. She let go of him and went back to washing him as he'd wanted. A few minutes later he was done and stepping out, choosing to towel off himself rather than let her do as she normally would have. "You may finish showering and then go back to Mr. Welcher. I'll see you in a few days when you're mine again." He hurriedly put on his suit and checked his watch before dashing back to the auditorium for the ceremony.

Most of the all male staff were already assembled by the time Ian got there and found a seat. He was happy it wasn't a first-come, first-served arrangement, not that any of the girls were unattractive or desirable, his competitive side never wanted to be last in anything. By tenure was how Westminster Academy handled the selection. The "Old Goats" had first choice and he watched the men, many in their fifties as they were called up to the stage one by one to pick. He watched the girls as well as they were led away by men who were most likely older than their father and wondered if he would become one of them, the promise of a nubile girl every fall too alluring to pass up.

Finally his name was called and he made his way onto the stage. There were about eighteen or so girls to choose from and he took his time, he was looking for something special, something different. He would stop to look at a girl, run his hands along the small of her back, or through her hair. He didn't speak as he did so, taking them in with all of his senses.
 
Skylar sighed as she stood on stage, a bit reluctant as the men were called. She was secretly hoping that someone young would find her. She hoped that she would never be taken by a man like that. Each man, though, seemed to take to the first woman that they approached and she was grateful that they were going for the easy target. Soon the number of elderly men dwindled until they go to the younger professors. She had been a little shy from the previous men, and then she straightened up, showing off her goods when the first man started up the step. She grinned, playing with her blonde hair. Pushing up her glasses, she curled her hair around her finger, licking her lip.

She turned a little, showing off her ass and that she had rather large breasts. Grinning at him, she then turned completely and then looked at the teacher and sighed gently to herself. She smiled and continued to look and at him, presenting herself. If could be taken off the stage quickly, then she'd be happier. The first teacher passed her up and she actually pouted a bit. Then she looked as the next teacher came on. There was no way he was over the age of twenty-seven. He was very handsome, athletic, and just...hot. Looking at him, she looked at him, waiting for him to get to her. When he did, she leaned forwad a bit, making her cleavage even more pronounced, mere seconds from popping out of her top.
 
He made his way down the line, scrutinizing each of the girls as he went. Not sure of what exactly he was looking for, a certain something he knew he'd recognize once he saw it. All of the girls faced forward, trying to mentally distance themselves from what was going on around them- until he reached a gorgeous blonde who seemed to be making the best of the situation and enjoying herself. Well maybe not enjoying herself he thought to himself, but nevertheless she was certainly fit and had that something that he was looking for. He was a bit surprised when she leaned forward, allowing him an even better view of her cleavage. He wondered if she had it in her to be submissive.

"I'll have you young miss." He finally said to her, his English accent crisp and clear. "Come with me."
 
She watched him. She wanted him, and she wanted him bad, she would admit, but definitely not out loud. She smirked a bit when she was chosen. She stepped up and then let him go. "All right."she nodded again, willing to follow him to wherever. She knew that she would have to live in the dorms, at least that's what she was under the impression of. As she walked, she fixed her skirt a bit more and then gave a small tug on her top. That was the breaking point, the button actually popping off completely. "Oops." At least they were offstage now, and the next guy had stepped up. Quickly, she grabbed her top and clutched it together as she did the next button, but her bra and breasts were quite out there in the open.
 
Ian was thrilled by his choice and amazed that she hadn’t been selected earlier. She was statuesque and her natural blond hair and bright blue eyes had caught his eye. There were many pretty girls left on stage, but his was far more so than any of the others. As he headed up the aisle towards the exit he began to think of her training and how he might begin. So much depended on her of course and he made a mental note to make that clear. He once again thanked his luck and stole a glance over his shoulder to see her pretty face.

In that moment he noticed that her blouse had burst open briefly displaying her amazing breasts. He had chosen very well and as an "oops" escaped her lips and she quickly pulled her shirt together he debated telling her to let it hang loose at her sides, for all the faculty to see. Instead he gave her different directions.

“Hold your head up. I want everyone to see that you are the most beautiful girl in this school.” He didn’t finish the thought which ran through his mind, saying instead, “and smile.” The smile never left his face as he spoke and he turned back around and led her from the auditorium back to his faculty apartment.

He closed the door behind her after they entered, making no attempt to lock it and took a seat in the room’s single easy chair. “We have a great deal to cover today, so let’s get started with your first lesson,” he motioned for her to come nearer. "Kneel here in front of me, holding your hands behind you, back straight- no slouching.” He was patient and waited to see if she would comply.
 
Skylar smiled eagerly as he led her and she blushed even when he glanced at her. Upon the incident of her shirt bursting open, she looked at him, and then nodded at his rules. She straightened a bit, and then a graceful smile came across her face. She hadn't been expecting that, but she was eager to comply to those rules. She followed after him, blinking as she found that he lived in an apartment. "Excuse me, Sir. Will I be living here with you?"she asked, looking at it from the door way where she stood, slipping out of her shoes which had started to give her blisters.

Before she could receive her answer, though, he was giving her more instructions. She could comply to them, but she thought about it. Then she shook her head and then waited. She wasn't going to give in just that easy. She had learned in her days before the academy that sometimes men wanted to be a little dominate, and wanted to teach a woman her place with a bit of force. She'd see if her new 'master' was up for it.
 
As she shook her head a thin smile crossed his lips. "As it's your first day I will allow some insolence. Yes you will be living here with me. You even have your own room." Ian pointed to a spot behind her to a doorway as he rose from the chair. "Everything is a priviledge, you understand. But I'm getting ahead of myself," he continued as he crossed the room to a chest of drawers, opened the top one and pulled out a riding crop and slid the looped end over his wrist. He half turned to her and quite calmly continued. "But before we get to that it’s important that you understand that I am responsible for your education, both scholastic and extracurricular- and I take both very seriously. I will do all I can to ensure that you graduate with opportunities you can’t begin to imagine at this moment- Ivy League scholarships et cetera. But you will have to perform to the degree I expect in all things. I would much prefer rewarding rather then punishing you. Wouldn't you?” As he spoke he slipped something into his jacket pocket which Skylar could not quite make out.

He waved a hand in the direction of the adjacent apartments as he returned to where she stood, facing her. “Many of my peers have little regard for their scholarship student, other than to satisfy their cravings. In time you will learn I am not like them.” He returned to face her. “How your education progresses is entirely in your hands. I expect you to excel scholastically. I also expect your obedience and submission to me. All will happen under my tutelage- how quickly is entirely up to you.”

At that moment she felt the cold tip of the crop against the inside of her knee. It traced a path upwards along her inner thigh traveling over the top of her thigh to her waist and then along the curve of her breast inward. His eyes never left her face as the leather tip brushed the flesh of her breasts as it made it's way between them up her chest and along her neck to rest at her cheek. He let is hang there for a moment, the tip of the leather now warmed by it's journey along her body. It moved again, past her ear and then she felt the shaft along her neck, resting on her shoulder.

"Now, once again," he said as he applied gentle downward pressure to the crop directing her. "The position is on your knees, hands behind your back, back straight. I shant repeat myself again. If you do as you are told we can begin the lesson. I have many questions for you, as I am sure you have of me as well. Oh," he added almost as an afterthougt, "why don't you take off that ridiculous blouse? I think we'd both agree that it is rather useless at this point, yes?"
 
Skylar watched him as he got up and spoke, she glanced at where her room was, and she wondered how little she would be in there. The way he talked though, she was sure that she would be in there doing homework nightly, which she wasn't against, seeing as that's why she was here. Turning her attention back to him, she watched as he pulled out the riding crop, it made her swallow nervously. "It depends, Sir, on what the punishment is."she said, using her seductive tone on him. She wasn't going to waste a chance to be a little bit slutty. He slipped something into his pocket, and she was curious, but she wouldn't ask.

She listened to him some more about how he wasn't like the other teachers, and she couldn't help but cock an eyebrow. "How do you consider yourself not like the others if you still have sex with your students?"she asked a bit too quickly. She was caught off guard about the fact that he wanted her obedience and submission. She wasn't stupid, and she didn't mind showing that off. She bit her lip as she felt the crop against her knee, and then tracing upwards, blushing when she let out a small, pleasured sound that wasn't quite a moan but was more than a gasp when it reached her thigh, and then her waist. When it came to her breast she attempted to not shiver. Then it was her cheek, then back to her neck, and shoulder.

She looked at him a bit defiantly and at first she didn't budge from her position. After a few moments she went down and got on her knees. Clasping one hand in the other behind her, she straightened to proper position, her back cracking a bit as she did so. "Like this, Sir?"she asked, before removing her hands to slip off her broken blouse. "I do hope there are more for me to use since that's my uniform for school."she said, glancing up at him. Then she looked at what was at eye level which was his crotch area. She swallowed, wanting so bad to just take care of him. Instead of unzipping his pants, she clasped her hands behind her back properly, wanting him to get on with it.
 
"Now there's my good girl, exactly like that." He watched as her eyes traveled from his, downward towards his crotch and he could make out the desire in them. "You are a very smart girl- that much I can tell. So you already know that if you enjoy it, a punishment isn't a punishment at all." He slid just a bit closer to her, so close she could easily see the buldge growing in his pants. Looking down at her he felt the heat rising within him. "Punishment could easily be the denial of something you want." His voice softened as he spoke to her and he continued. "But as I said, when you behave and do as is expected, you will be rewarded." With that he took a half a step back.

"Your uniform is a small matter- we'll get you a properly fitted blouse. I won't have all the school staring agape at you. I'd be beating back senior faculty from now until you graduate!" He chuckled at the thought and went on. "I wish to know some things about you first- before your reward." He was smiling now his voice warm and inviting. "Tell me your name and how old you are. I'd also like to know what your interests are- sports, hobbies, that sort of thing. I'd also like to know what experience you've had with boys already. I want you to be completely honest with me and once you've done so, you may ask me the questions you'd like."
 
She looked at him and then nodded a bit. She had a feeling that they would be having a battle of wits from time to time, and she would happily oblige to that. But he did bring up a good point that punishments weren't meant to be enjoyed. "Mmm, I'll try to be a good girl."she said, glancing up at him, and nodded a bit. She knew that sometimes she wouldn't be in the mood and he would, so it was just a matter of working that out with him. Looking up at him, she openly pouted when he took a step back.

She nodded and then smirked a bit, glad to see that he was a little possessive of her when it came to others looking at her. "Well, I could fight them off myself."she smirked at him and gave him a wink. Then she was asked sports and hobbies, her name and her age. "My name is Skylar Kennings, I'm sixteen years old. I was in softball over the summers since I could start playing, and I've done martial arts for several years. School wise I did academic competition, speech and debate and theater."she said, grinning up at him.
 
"Skylar Kennings." Her name sounded very different when spoken in a British accent. "Debate you say? Well I can't say that I'm a bit surprised." He was smiling broadly now as he returned to sitting in the arm chair. "I shouldn't see why you couldn't continue those activities here at Westminster." Seated he took in all of her, watching as her breasts rose and fell with each breath and how he could just catch a glimpse of her white panties under the mini skirt. 'They seem to get shorter every year,' he thought to himself.

"Skylar this isn't only about sex. If it were, then you'd be right- I would be just like many of the other instructors here. As I said, you are my responsibility and I take that very seriously. This arrangement can, in many ways, simplify your life. You no longer have to concern yourself with boys, parties and many of the other distractions of your young teenage life. All you have to focus on is your academics and serving me." He waited a moment to allow it to sink in. "Of course I will expect you to satisfy my needs sexually, but more then that, you will assist me in many of the other things I may need you for as well- errands, duties around the apartment, things like that. In return, I will do everything I can to provide you with the opportunity to excel here at Westminster and go on to universities you would otherwise have had a very difficult time attending."

He leaned back in the chair as he talked, comfortable and relaxed. "You didn't answer my question about your experience with boys. You must remember to answer my questions without hesitation- honestly, completely and without hesitation. And I'm suprised you haven't any questions for me."
 
She sighed and then nodded. "I was rather good at it."she said, and then shrugged. "I wasn't that passionate about it, it was just a skill I had developed." She shrugged a bit and then listened to him. She liked this arrangement. "So basically we're..not officially a couple but a couple?"she asked, trying to word it in a different way that she grasped it as. "We work as a pair around the house and then I go to school and you teach me. Not a bad arrangement.'she said, nodding.

Then she got up and joined him, sitting on her knees in front of him. "I'm sorry, I didn't remember that question. I've gone all the way with two men, each of whom were boyfriends I thought would actually love me for the rest of my life."she said, almost hurt.
 
Absently Ian reached out and gently stroked her cheek and then allowed his fingers to trace back along the edge of her ear and into her hair. "Yes," he said refering to her analogy, "basically like that."

She was incredibly attractive and Ian could hardly believe she was only 16. In truth, he was somewhat surprised that she had already had sex with 2 other men, but it was of little matter, she was his now. That she moved to be closer to him seemed a good sign that she was comfortable with the arrangement as well. "You've been a very good girl Skylar, and I think you've earned your reward."

His finger slid gently from her hair, along her neck and across her shoulder and down her arm, slowly bringing it forward until he held her hand in his own. He smiled at her as he placed her hand upon his knee, eager to see what she might do.
 
She basically purred when he touched her and she nuzzled into his hand a bit. "That...that's not bad thinking about it that way."she said and nodded a bit. She was excited to see the surprise on his face when she said how many men she had been with. "Do you find it odd that I've been with two men?"she blinked. "Would you have guessed more or less?"she asked. "Also, how old are you? No offense, but you're surely the oldest man I've done anything with."

Looking up at him, she grinned when he complimented her and then shivered as he touched her. With his hand on her knee, she slid it forward up to his pants. Her other hand came up and she undid the zipper slowly and the original hand that had been placed on him slipped in, rubbing the bulge she found. "Mm. Big boy~"she purred as she continued to rub him, being somewhat rough with him.
 
Ian's head rocked side to side a bit as he considered her question. "No, not odd, just interesting. I am a bit surprised truth be told, but..." He shrugged as the words fell away. "Ahh," he waved his hand dismissing it. "It's small beer; I asked because I was curious to know what you've experienced with men before. You're mine now and that is all that is important. And honestly, I'm not sure what I would have guessed- I hadn't considered it." His eyes never left hers as he spoke. "I'll be 35 come December. No offense taken; time marches on." The smile hadn't left his face.

She responded to his touch instinctually and as she nuzzled his palm he knew she was very special indeed. He felt his cock stir again within his pants- a direct result of her cheek pressing into his palm. The act of acquiescence excited him. And as she unzipped him and slid her hand inside his pants, her fingers finding his cock, he responded by sliding his hips forward, allowing her better access to him.

"Mm," a low but distinct groan escaped his lips as she rubbed him, "you've learned a thing or two already my pet." He let her continue, his dick growing harder in her hand as she stroked him. They continued like this for a little while, her hand milking his long thick cock within his pants. He watched her face as she focused on his cock in her hand and drank in her body. He wanted to feel her lips on him and it took nearly all his willpower to regain his composure and return to the lesson.

"Enough for now." His voice was soft but direct. He made no attempt to remove her hand from around him. He would correct her if she did not obey, but she would first have the chance to do so of her own volition. He was sure she was excited, he'd seen the eagerness in her eyes, but Skylar was to learn that he was to be obeyed in all things.

"I may let you take it out, but first, remove your bra and skirt for me. Leave on only your panties and return to the position with your knees spread."
 
Skylar sighed and stared at him as he spoke to her. Interesting, that was a good word for it. "I'm yours?"she asked, laughing. "It sounds like I'm going to marry you or something."she said, shaking her head. Thirty-five, that was...shocking, to say the least. He didn't even look close to that. When he slid his hips forward, she smirked a bit, loving the feel of it on her fingers. The better access was exciting to her and she looked up at him with her big blues and grinned a bit more. She continued to stroke him, about to remove it from his pants when he told her enough. She whimpered a bit, and then opened her mouth and moved her tongue, showing him what she wanted.

Then he told her to strip and she sighed a bit. Getting up, she reluctantly removed her hand from his cock at the last moment. Turning her back on him, she slid her hands up, unclasping her bra. From there, she turned back to him and slowly, teasingly drew her bra off. Of course she was doing what he asked, but she wouldn't do it in quite the way she was sure he wanted. Then, once she was topless, she slowly began to slip her skirt off. "Mmm, is this what you want?"she asked, and then she slid back onto her knees, spreading them.
 
She did as she was told brilliantly and Ian enjoyed the fact that she made a show of it, teasing him just a little with her seductive striptease. She was very aware of her body and how to move it just so and as she ran her tongue over her plump lips he imagined them wrapped around his shaft, sucking him until he exploded. 'All in time,' he reminded himself.

He remained seated, watching her return to her knees, spreading them for him- the thin fabric of the g-string stretched tightly across her sex. "Yes my pet, that is exactly what I want." He eyed her hungrily, wondering for how long he could control his will. "You are a very eager pupil and we are off to an excellent start. You will have your full reward I'm sure." His eyes traveled from hers along the length of her body, her nipples firm and alert and downward past her tight tummy to settle on her pussy. "Do you shave your pussy, or not?" He always had had a thing for blondes, and Skylar spread before him now his dick wanted to burst from his pants as if it had a mind of his own. "Show me my good girl."
 
She watched him, loving the fact that he was so into her. She grinned and then wiggled a bit. She wanted her reward, and she wanted it now. "Mmm, I want it now."she whined ever so softly, though, looking at him innocently, and reached her hand back up for him. She stopped her hand when he asked her about her pussy. "Mmm...I shave~"she said, and nodded again. Then she sighed a bit annoyed when he asked to show her. "Fiiine."she said quietly, and then sat back and began to slide them off.

She left her panties on the floor and then she leaned forward, her breasts right in his face, and she kissed him on the lips, her hand going down to his crotch. She wanted her reward.
 
He returned her kiss, her lips soft and full on his as her tongue eagerly searched for his. He felt her hand on his crotch, stroking his already hard cock through his pants, searching to be inside them. As he kissed her Ian's hand slid upwards, brushing her nipple along the way until it rested in the nape of her neck, his fingers laced through her long blonde hair, cuppiing the back of her head. Inperceptively at first, but firmly he slowly pulled her back from his kiss as he rose from the chair and guided her back into position, his crotch now merely inches from her face.

He was breathing harder now, the lust upon him as he stood over her. "You have earned your reward my sweet." With that he let go of her head and began removing his jacket.
 
Skylar grinned, loving the kiss. Her hand rubbed harder as he touched her breast and she then he got up and she was back in her beginning position. He told her that she had deserved her reward, and she grinned up at him, straightening up a bit, she tugged down his pants, not waiting and then tugged down his boxers and revealed his length. Reaching forward, she licked and began to lick him again and again and then she kissed the head and began to suck eagerly on his length, moaning around it to send vibrations.
 
He watched her eagerly undress his lower half as he tossed his jacket over the arm chair. She'd tugged down his pants and went for his manhood as if it were a present on Christmas morning. He sucked the air in through his teeth and exhaled deeply as she took him into her warm, wet mouth as her tongue danced along the length of his shaft. When she began to moan it both excited him further and sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. He couldn't believe that this beautiful 16 year old girl was giving him perhaps the best blowjob he'd ever had.

As Skylar continued he finished undressing, tossing his tie and shirt aside. He sat back down, her mouth never leaving his cock so that he could better guide her head with one hand. He licked a fingertip of his free hand, wetting it before reaching for a nipple where he traced small and delicate circles around it in his saliva before rolling it between his fingers and pinching it gently.
 
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