“I think you would be comfortable on the floor Janice. More room for you to stretch out.”
“But…” she found herself sitting on the floor before she could even think of protesting, feeling a little uncomfortable down there.
Brian threw a pillow on the floor, “Put this behind your head and lie down flat.”
She obeyed, seeing Brian move to the floor, kneeling beside her.
“Arch your back for me, stick out those lovely big tits,” he ordered her, the look in her eyes priceless.
“Ask me to touch them Janice. You want my hands to fondle your breasts so bad, your cunt is wet.”
She tightened her thighs, feeling her jeans pushed into her crotch. It felt like she wet her pants. She felt this tingling between her legs, the first stirrings of her arousal. She wished she could turn over, slip the pillow between her legs and rub herself. She didn’t even care if Brian was watching, in fact the thought of it made her wetter. She arched her back higher, her breasts prominently display as she said, “please play with my tits,” ashamed at her own words.
She shuddered as his large hands encircled her breasts, moaning as she felt her nipples harden, the male touch on them exciting her. “Harder,” not even understanding what she was asking for. She was rewarded with a firm clenching of her breasts, his powerful hands compressing her flesh. It felt like her nipples would explode. “The tips, squeeze them,” turning red at what she was asking him to do. “MMMMM,” she felt his fingers find her nipples, an easy task as they pushed sharply out on the sweater she was wearing.
“It would be easier if they were naked. Don’t you want to show me your lovely naked breasts?” He moved his hands away, waiting as he looked into her eyes, seeing the inner turmoil.
No, she couldn’t, but she had already sat up, her arms pulling up the sweater, watching as her bra was slowly revealed,
“Touch them,” she begged.
“First your bra Janice. Get them naked for my fingers.” He loved to see the confusion in her eyes as she fought her own urges.
She moved her hands behind her back, finding the clasp, quickly unsnapping it, watching as her bra slipped loose. Her hands moved to the shoulder straps, her eyes pleading with him and the control he had over her, letting the straps slide seductively down her arms. She looked down, her naked breasts heaving in lust.
“Now please,” she begged, pushing her naked tits in front of him.
She remembered this dream she had, a student pushing his cock between her naked breasts, forcing her to squeeze them around his throbbing member as his hips pumped in back and forth. She could almost feel the hot cum shooting on her face. She suddenly snapped out of her thoughts, her breasts clenched in Brian’s hands, not like a lover, but one in lust, fingers tugging at her nipples. A delicious shiver ran through her as her nipples were teased by his squeezing and pulling on the sensitive tips. Her back arched out farther, pushing her full breasts into his hands, urging them to take further liberties with her firm flesh. She looked down, her pussy wet with excitement as she saw his fingers playing with her breasts, seeing his fingers pinch her nipples, then the sharp pain quickly rushing to her brain. She was hating how he made her degrade herself.
She had to, fighting back the urge, not wanting to degrade herself further, but out of her mouth came the words, “please suck on them, please.” She saw his head move down, her vision blocked by the top of his head, feeling his hot breath blowing on her swollen tips. She moved her hands to his head, “please,” pushing down until she felt a pair of wet lips wrap around one of her swollen buds, her body shuddering, a soft moan from her mouth.
Brian sucked the hardened tip into his mouth, his tongue lapping at it, slapping it back and forth. Her hands held his head tightly, forcing it down on her breast as if he was nursing. He was ecstatic at the power he had over her.
She shuddered again, his other hand sliding down her naked stomach, her pussy juicing as she prayed for him to continue. His head moved between her breasts, feeling the sharp stubble of his growing beard scraping along her tender flesh. It hurt when his stubble rubbed her sensitive nipple, the pain quickly erased as his mouth encompassed the other tit, sucking the flesh deep into his mouth like a giant vacuum, his tongue playing over her areola and nipple, lathering it with his hot saliva.
Brian pulled back, looking down at her breasts, glistening with his saliva, her nipples now a dark red, swollen with lust. He could see it in her eyes, her body aroused. “Your jeans now Janice. Unbuckle them and pull the zipper down. Let me see your lovely panties.”
Janice no longer cared, wanting to tear off her clothes for him, her fingers moving quickly to her jeans, the snap unbuttoned, the zipper noisily pulled down, spreading them back so Brian could see her blue panties. She could not longer contain her emotions, her arousal getting the best of her.
“Raise your ass up and pull down your jeans to your knees Janice. Let me see that lovely pussy nestled beneath your panties. Tease me.”
He wanted her to act like a whore, slowly stripping for him, degrading herself. She felt her jeans sliding down her legs, her naked breasts heaving up and down, her body still on fire. She stopped at her knees, more embarrassed to be partly dressed, her jeans trapping her legs like a rope would do. She looked up at him, his eyes staring between her legs, her panties already wet, humiliated at being treated like this, ashamed at how her body was betraying her. She shivered when his hand moved down the flat plane of her stomach, moving slowly downward, sucking in her stomach as his fingers played over her belly button. He traced a finger along the waist of her panties, teasing her, seeing tiny goose bumps appear on her flesh. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand his teasing fingers.
Brian let his fingers slip under the top band of her panties, her skin beneath warm, sliding lower until he came to her bush. He felt her hips moving up, urging his fingers downward. “Do you want me to touch your pussy Janice?”
He was going to make her beg again. An older student making her beg to have him touch her body. How could he do this to her? “NNoo,” she murmured, but her hand was already moving down to his, placed on top, pressure moving it downward, pushing his hands towards her pussy. She tilted up her hips, almost driving her sex into his waiting fingers. “MMMMM, God, please,” when she felt his finger running down her slit, not touching her clit, but quickly moving between her pouty lips, spreading them apart, embarrassed because she knew he had found out how wet she was.
Brian watched as she tried to spread her legs, her jeans preventing her, the look of anguish on her face as his fingers began to run up and down her slit, his fingers slick with her juices. She might be protesting, but her pussy definitely desired his fingers. He would soon find out if it had the same feelings for his cock. “Take off your jeans, Janice.” He watched her quickly strip off her jeans, taking his hand and placing it back into her panties, her eyes wide open in lust. Her legs were now spread wide, giving him complete access to her sex.
How could she? Acting like a whore and stripping off her jeans, so eagerly wanting his hands back that she actually grabbed one hand and shoved it harshly into her panties! She almost came when she felt his fingers return to her pussy, this time her widely spaced thighs giving him greater access to her slit. God it felt so good as her hips began to move back and forth, rubbing her pussy against his fingers that split her lips apart. “AAAAH,” his fingers finding her tight opening, two fingers sliding easily in, her juices coating the digits that plunged inside.
“Now your panties Janice, take them off, show me that pretty pussy,” Brian ordered her, his hands almost ripping her panties as he fingered her tight pussy.
She knew that once they were gone, there would be nothing to stop him from further ravishing her body, feeling embarrassed to be naked in front of him, still not fully understanding why she continued to obey him. She only felt a desire between her legs that needed quenching, his fingers making her so aroused, needing to be satisfied. She looked into his eyes as her hands moved down to her panties, gripping them tightly, lowering them down her sleek flanks, his eyes following her every movestudentst.
“Good girl, now bring your legs up and part them wide, spread your pussy open for me.” His eyes watched as she hesitated, finally her legs moving up, and slowly began to part, her pussy lips parting, her wet pink insides glistening in the brightly lighted room. He smiled, her eagerness her downfall. It was time to fuck her. “Take out my cock, Janice.”
She looked up at him. Was he going to fuck her? Her hands already moved down to his pants, unbuckling them, her fingers finding his zipper, feeling his large cock throbbing beneath the straining pants. She let her fingers touch it, her hand moulded around the hard cock, letting her fingers slide up and down the shaft, feeling it jump and quiver beneath her touch. How could she act like such a whore? His cock felt huge beneath her little hands, pulsating beneath her fingers as she stroked it, feeling it jump and twitch beneath her touch. Her fingers slipped inside his shorts, almost jerking back when she felt the hot flesh burning her fingers. She heard him moan softly, pleased at what she was doing to him. Her fingers became more insistent now, the thought of being fucked slowly slipping from her thoughts, just thinking of the pleasure she was bringing to him.
Brian watched as her hands slipped inside his shorts, grasping his cock, her fingers sliding up and down his shaft. “Pull down my shorts Janice,” watching as her eyes opened wide again, knowing that her brain was unable to control what her hands were doing. He lifted his hips up as she slipped his shorts down, his cock popping free, jerking up and down.
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