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Kissy knocked on the door with trepidation. Her nerves were jumpy tonight and she couldn’t figure out why. It was perfectly acceptable for a teacher to have dinner with the guardian of a student to discuss school related matters, she reminded herself.
The door open and he gestured to come in. He looked down at her with unreadable eyes. She walked in to the house with fear coursing through her body.
“Please, make yourself at home, supper is almost done. If you want you can sit at the table and have a glass of wine.” With that he strode away towards watch she assumed to be the kitchen.
He was being perfectly hospitable, and yet she was scared witless, like life as she knew it was about to change. Get a grip on yourself Krissy, she abolished as she sat down at the table.
Jon didn’t go to the kitchen as she assumed. Taking one more look over the guest/playroom, making sure all was ready, he picked up the ball gag and leather cuffs. And headed back towards the dinning room knowing there’s no escape for her tonight.
He entered the doorway leading to the dinning room quietly. She was pacing the length of the room, maybe she can feel the change coming he mused.
He made his move quickly, before she even noticed his return. Rushing her, pushing her hard against the wall, she resisted, shrieking at the top of her lungs. With her wailing it was easy to slip the gag into her mouth. Then pulling her arms behind her he shoved them into the cuffs. Damn he should of just used regular cuffs, and not worry about marking her. Once arms bound behind her, he spoke softly into her ear, stroking her hair, “Easy now, easy” Although shaking, she stilled.
“Tonight, we are going to try out your fantasies.” She snapped her head around to give him a pleading look, one filled with fear, confusion, and no small amount of desire. Then she started to search the room, it took Jon a moment to realize what, or whom, she was looking for. “He’s not here, pet. He won’t be until Sunday night.” It was only Thursday and Friday was an off day. He knew he could keep her here for a while.
When she finally looked calm enough, he pulled her to her feet. Started her for the playroom. Once there he hooked her over the bed’s footboard. Quickly securing her feet to the each side of the twin bed, then freeing the soft material of her skirt from her firm, round ass. She stiffened at the sound of her skirt tearing away from her body. Once the material was gone, he started to slowly massage the firm white globes. Once she relaxed a bit again, he continued his ministering further down, through her split legs, and found her core. Her panties were soaked.
Kissy couldn’t believe what was happening to her. One minute she was standing there, trying to calm down from an unknown fear, the next she was being pushed in to the wall, all the while being bound and gagged. What was worse was her reaction when he finally spoke. How in the world did he know? Is there a sign on my forehead?
Now laying her on (and that’s a very loose term of on) this bed, with his hands roaming, she could feel her wetness. She didn’t know when she started to get aroused, but she was defiantly aroused. When his fingers finally started on her slit she was lost for heaven. He was playing her like a violin and she was almost there, wanting to cum so badly, bucking and panting as much as the gag allowed, oh god, almost there…
“AUGMMMM!!!!” Fire raced through her ass, like she hadn’t felt before.
“Kissy,” came his gentle voice, in such stark contrast to his actions, “You were rude to me today, therefore you must be punished.” What punished, what the hell does he mean punished and when was she rude?! “I know your hard limits, Kissy girl, no blood, no permanent marks, no extreme play…” he went on listing them. Oh God how did he know these? She never discussed them with anyone.. “so I will respected them, have no worry, but your ass is going to hurt, you can yell if you want,” like she could get anything through the gag, “but you must learn that stomping is unacceptable. Do you understand?” She nodded dumbly, what was going on here.
He started to lay them on, slow, strong, and varied. She stayed quiet for first five, but the belt soon brought life to her voice. Her white ass was an angry red, tears and drool were streaming down her little face, her nose running, by twenty he had to have her.
Laying down the belt stepping up to his ass, he started to massage the abused skin. Pulling down the thin material that did little to protect her skin, he felt once more to her dripping cunt. Playing with her clit until she started to respond, then dipping a finger in to her hole, she stiffened.
Jon couldn’t understand why until his finger went farther, shit she was a virgin. Before the questions could surface, he pulled out his fingers and continued on her clit. She wouldn’t be inexperienced for long. Once she was bucking his hand again, he dipped his head to her ass and started kissing it, while taking his fingers away from her cunt.
Kissing slowly around, he soon found himself buried deep in her. She tasted so sweet and musky. He instantly fell in love with the taste of her. He felt her coming close to orgasm once more and eased off, and began rubbing her ass once more. When she began to calm down, he started to lick at her hole, dipping his tongue deep within, using his fingers to tease the opening, he slowly worked his tongue back to the pearl once more and soon had her wild once more. Inserting one finger once again, she continued to ride his face, slowly he added one more, She was withering on his face, he leaned his head back slightly, “Cum to me Kiss girl, Cum now.” He felt her body pulse around his fingers, he felt her tremble as the wave over took her. Soon she was slack on the bed.
Kissy was in heaven, she was in hell. What was happening to her? Why was she acting this way? Isn’t this what she always wanted? Coming down from the greatest orgasm of her life, Kissy was confused to say the least. She lay there, spent. Thinking it was done.
Then she felt something at her entrance, it was too big to be his fingers…Oh no. Shaking her head violently, she tried to protest. No, this isn’t right. She was fighting in earnest when the pain came, it wasn’t like she always thought, it hurt, but nothing like the beating she just had. Now she had a very full feeling, the pain receding, and a thought hit her. She wanted this. No, she needed this, for this to be this way. Shame washed through her. What kind of person was she if she needed to be rapped?
As he started to pull out she thought it was over, but then he plunged in again, it hurt again, but not badly. A few more strokes and she was beginning to enjoy it. By the end she was even meeting him stroke for stroke. Then he suddenly stopped.
What did she do wrong? She lie there for a moment, catching her breath trying to figure out why he stopped. When he finally pulled out of her, the realization came, men spilled their seed, he put his in her womb. Oh.
Jon looked down at his cock, blood and seamen mixture coating it. Looking at Kissy and trying to read her. She had such a bewildered gaze on her. What was she thinking, well, at least she wasn’t mad. He made up his mind.
“Krissy, I’m going to take out the gag, when its out, no screaming ok” when she nodded he continued, “Now you must clean the mess you mad, I want you to clean my cock with your mouth, do you understand” Her eyes widened, and she looked like she was going to be sick, “Or I could give your ass another round” Jon warned. She quickly nodded her head.
Undoing the wide straps of the gag, Jon soon had her on his cock. She looked at it wide eyed, but it wasn’t discuss she had on her face, it was bewilderment, and then it hit him, she was a virgin, didn’t see the now softening cock before he fucked her. “Come on girl, there will be plenty of time to touch and get to know it.” With that she quickly started her cleaning job. By the time she was done he was hard again. Slipping it out of her mouth, he leaned down to kiss her forehead. “Good Girl”
“Thank you, Sir.” She answered in a hoarse whisper.
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