The Master and The Student (Romance / BDSM) (Pazzo x LingeringDesire)

[LingeringDesire]

Dash wished to have him plunged deep inside her, she knew he needed relief but was intent on satisfying her. Later, she told herself. She couldn't contain the flow of her juices on his fingers. Their hips worked together to rub his cock into her ass. each press of his lips to her hot flesh was intoxicating. However, when he bit her she nearly came. He was still teasing her and she wanted to collapse.

Her mouth pressed tight to his arm, muffling the sounds of her loud moan as she quaked against him. The sounds of patrons hit her ears as he pulled her in tighter to him. Her ass working hard against him as his fingers moved along her dripping lower lips.

She couldn't see straight and her hand clenched his as her soft moans left her parted lips against his arm. His actions were barely tolerable and she knew she was at her wits end with the pleasure he was forcing upon her tight little pussy.

After he gave her permission, she didn't hold back. Her small body writhed against his. Pussy squirting her juices from deep inside and winding down her legs and spraying out to decorate the shirts beneath her. Her teeth dug into his arm as she screamed, the sound muffled and the patrons outside of their oasis none the wiser.

Thankfully the music pumped in overhead was enough to muffle her cries of pleasure. But even still she couldn't stop the pulsing of her clit and the weakness in her body when she finally came down from her high. Gripping his neck she pulled his mouth to hers in a hungry kiss. She wanted more that the orgasm he'd given her, she needed to be fucked. She would try to be a good girl and wait, but she wasn't sure she could stop herself from trying.

The hand that had been clenched to his ass, now worked the small digits over his crotch to stroke his cock through his jeans. "I want this, inside me Jackson... soon." Her eyes held his.

 

[Pazzo]

Jackson groaned in pleasure as he felt her teeth sink into the muscled flesh of his arm... The sensation of her bite momentarily skirting that delicious border... She was surprisingly competent... He would have her bite him more often after this...
Jackson smiled, his fires lit, and burning hot... He brought up his fingers, generously coated in her sweet nectar... With his fierce eyes never leaving hers, he brought them to his mouth, inserting two of them between his lips... He pressed them around his fingers, savoring her womanly flavor...

Jackson then brought the fingers to her mouth, and gently slid them inside... He then pressed his lips to hers as he did this, kissing her slowly, sensually, allowing her to recover from her orgasm, as well as letting her taste herself on his kiss...

"Yes Dash, we will get to that... But what will our friends and family say is we dash off somewhere together this early in the game? We need to be considerate... I don't have to work tomorrow, And I want to taste these mean pancakes you know how to make... We have time..." He murmured deeply...

Jackson knew she was eager and ready now... But a little tease to stoke her furnace for now was what he wanted... He took the edge off to make it a little more bearable, but her arousal mounted, and was in full force... He wanted her, and she wanted him... But a slow, delicious smolder would be more endearing than a quick and dirty fuck in a dressing room...

Jackson knelt down and licked her cum from her thighs slowly and erotically, not wasting a drop, making certain she was completely clean... He then kissed her pussy once quickly and teasingly, right on her sensitive clit... Jackson then helped her get dressed quickly, giving her another sweet kiss on her mouth as they shared a lighthearted giggle...

The shirts were damp, but not so much that anything suspicious might have happened... He quickly picked them up.

Jackson and dash exited the dressing room as if nothing happened, and he was very impressed she was able to keep her composure...

He brought the shirts to the counter, where there was a pretty young woman with red hair waiting, smiling at them...
Jackson likewise smiled, and brought forth his wallet as he placed the shits on the counter.

The woman took the shirts, and momentarily her nostrils flared... Jackson's heart froze for but a moment... And he felt Dash's fingers tighten around her arm...
The girl then rang up the total, and placed the shirts in a plastic bag... Jackson let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding...

His phone chirped from a text message... Jackson quickly looked at it and smiled as they walked out of the shop... "Apparently they found our friend with the mask and gave him another bath..." He chuckled happily...

 

[LingeringDesire]

She watched him taste her by licking his fingers clean, god it was sexy. Her mouth opened, tongue wrapping around his fingers. It was short lived as his mouth pressed to her lips as well. She felt so pampered and loved it. His response to her need of him made her smile. "okay," She said sheepishly. Even though her want was strong, she understood. At least the edge was off a touch.

However, when he leaned down and cleaned her off she thought she would faint. His tongue was smooth against her trembling thighs. Her fingers gripped his head and encouraged him to feast on her, though she knew what he was doing wasn't to turn her on more, at least she hoped not.

Her panties went on first, her legs still shaking as he helped her into her pants. As she buttoned and zipped them, his mouth was on hers. She pressed herself right into him and backed off with a smile. Carrying her monkey out with them. Paying for the shirts caused her to panic but the woman said nothing and rang them up quickly, tossing their shirts in a bag and handing it off.

As they left she heard his phone. "Well good, that guy deserved it... want to go get our seats or should we wait for the others?" Honestly, she couldn't remember if it was a concert, a tractor pull or a demolition derby they were watching. She was only interested in taking him home with her, it was funny how her thoughts changed from the initial meeting.

"We could always get another funnel cake, and share it... I'm famished after the workout..." She blushed over her shoulder at him.

 

[Pazzo]

He thought it deliciously cruel, to make her sit through a demolition derby, but it could have been worse. He could have denied her the cum altogether... Dissapointment was sometimes his favorite flavor, fueling his sadistic need to torment and tantalize... But it was not out of spite. Such things often aroused females to the point of frustration and desperation, and they always came that much harder in the end, and cuddled him that might tighter after all was said and done...

Jackson liked Dash, a lot... He felt as if he had known her for much longer than just one evening... There was a connection there... He was not after a slave that would do everything he asked with a smile on her face. He wanted an equal, a companion who understood him and loved him for who he is... Not because he was a professional that could get her off in anyway she could possibly imagine, and even then a few ways that light scare her...

He held her hand tightly as he led her down the crowded cement walkway to the demolition pit. They met up with their group, and took their seats, passing around popcorn...
Jackson and his group chuckled when they saw the masked man, apparently changed into dry clothing, get into a half black and half white monte-carlo style care, with a toothy, grinning smiley face painted on the front of it....
After he jumped on top of it first, and rose his arms up to the crowd... Some of them cheered and went wild, and a few other threw things at him, like half eaten cordogs or drinks... The masked man flinched and dodged each one, and then jumped through the window of his car...

It was a lineup of ten cars...
Jackson gently hand fed her bites of his second funnel cake while looking deeply into her eyes... Members of the group looked on approvingly... "I bet Mr Mask makes it at least to the final five" He whispered into her ear...

 

[LingeringDesire]

Dash clung to his hand, her heart still beating wildly in her chest. Today had been a whirlwind of events. She was flying high. The attraction between her and Jackson was crazy. Though it had only been one day, she felt like she'd known him forever. They stopped to get a funnel cake and then headed to the stands to watch the demolition derby.

She grabbed a handful of popcorn, offering Jackson some, the group was all giggles and very chatty. Not a one commenting on the closeness of the duo. IF she knew she could have gotten away with it, she'd have sat in his lap. But she behaved.

Their little group boo'd with the rest of the crowd and tossed some of the popcorn in the masked man's way. The rest of the people climbed into their own vehicles and the fun was on. It was loud and music stormed through the speakers, blended with the chirping's of an announcer and sidekick.

Dash opened her mouth, tongue flicking over his fingertips as he gently fed her bites of the sweet treat. Their friends looking on with laughs. She swung her legs over his lap and smiled at him. "Eh, I think he might win it... there has to be a reason everyone hates and loves him..." She said back, dabbing a finger in the powder sugar and painting Jackson's lips white.

"Loser buys our first REAL dinner or picks the movie?" She offered, letting it slip that she'd like to see him more than just tonight in her bed. She'd have offered breakfast but had already offered pancakes. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned in and kissed away his "lipstick".

 

[Pazzo]

The sensation of her moist lips kissing away the powdered sugar felt wonderful... Jackson had kissed many a woman in his time, and yet it had never felt like this...

He desperately tried to stay guarded... Women could be fickle, and something might change and she might suddenly lose interest...

Jackson quickly dismissed those thoughts. This was so unlike him, all women were different, with no two being exactly alike. Ascribing to stereotypes was the sign of a weak and lazy mind, trying to categorize and group different people to ease their management in terms of attitudes and beliefs...

His feelings of excitement at finally meeting a woman worth his time were ecstatic... Normally he would chastise a woman from tossing her legs over his lap, as that was a display of ownership... "This one is mine bitches, back off..." Jackson was used to doing such things himself to his many clients out in public, as such things turned the submissive mind on quite hotly...

And yet here we was, a professional Dominant, getting turned on by her actions... That's what it was... She had some measure of power over him already... And he wanted her to have it?

This was a new feeling. It scared him, but he learned a long time ago that one sometimes has to venture outside of his comfort zone in order to grow. It was exhilarating, and he wanted to explore it more.

"Both..." he whispered to her in his deep voice... "I say that the Masked Man will make it to the final 3, but will ultimately lose..."

Jackson allowed a sly smile to wash over his face, admiring just how beautiful Dash's eyes were when they sparkled... He turned back to the action, and watched as the twelve cars soon became 6, and the 6 became 3... The Monte Carlo had taken a serious beating, but the driver was very skilled, using the rear of the car to strike his opponents, minimizing damage to the engine...

Jackson had a Monte Carlo in high school, and he loved that old dented ugly, beaten rust box with a passion... Silently he hoped he was wrong, and that the Masked Driver would win the match...

The three cars then became two... It was down to the masked man's Spray painted Monte Carlo and an older Ford Taurus...

Both cars were savagely beaten, and the Monte Carlo had lost one of its front tires, making maneuvering quite difficult. The Tarus was likewise heavily dented, with a broken rear axel...

After a few clumsy maneuvers, the masked man drove full speed in reverse into the Tarus's passenger side, smashing it against concrete arena walls, pinning it in place...

He drove foreword, and lined up for another strike, only to see steam pouring out of the front of the opponent's vehicle...

The Masked man had somehow won... He would be the one choosing the movie, and buying dinner... Jackson looked over to dash, and kissed her sweetly... "I know of a great little Italian Bistro..." He murmured...