I’ll be selling them for $15 in a number of colors :3
I’ll put a picture up when it’s finished drying
Sir is here.
Talk to me.
5th period was always the best time of the day. I had never been much of a ‘science’ person but I found a sudden interest in it my senior year. Mrs. Davis was like no woman I’d ever seen before. She had dark, caramel skin and long brown hair with honey colored highlights. Her body was ample and curved in all the right places and it didn’t help that she wore fitted high waisted skirts and blouses with buttons that were tight enough they teased me.
My mind always wandered while she taught class. Sometimes we would exchange glances and my blue eyes would fall on her plump, painted lips. Then I’d look up and find her own emerald eyes nearly boring into my soul. She was truly beautiful…And a disciplinarian. Which only made it all the better. My eyes couldn’t help but follow her ruler as she tapped it on the desk when she taught. It seemed to be a nervous habit.
No one ever got away with anything in that class…Well…No one even tried really. But today, I was going to change that. Right as we started a quiz I pulled up the sleeve of my shirt to reveal the answers I’d written on my arm. I made sure she was walking my way when I revealed them. The slow ‘clack’ of her heels stopped beside me and I looked up at her. Her perfectly groomed eyebrows were cocked and she pursed those lovely lips together “Are those….Answers?”
I smirked up at her and said nothing. She didn’t care for that much and snatched my paper away “Dishman….Meet me after class” She snapped, taking my paper back to her desk, throwing it in a drawer.
I felt oddly accomplished.
After my last class that day I wandered down the empty hall and went to Ms. Davis’ classroom. She was sitting at her desk, thin glasses perched on the perfect nose, going over some paperwork “You showed up” She said idly, putting her papers away.
“Well…I’m being punished, aren’t I?” I asked simply.
She stood and walked across the room, locking the door before turning to face me, her eyes locking with mine “You have no idea” She whispered softly.
If I had said I wasn’t surprised…I would be a damn dirty liar. I was even more surprised when she walked towards me, hips swinging hypnotically. My eyes traced the line of buttons on her blouse and down her perfect legs. She spoke before I could take in any more of her. “Kneel” She ordered.
I looked up at her, wide eyed “Huh?”
She slapped her ruler on her desk “I said kneel!”
Well…that didn’t leave any room for argument. I hit my knees hard enough that it her and looked up at her my eyes still wide as the moon, I’m sure.
She looked down and me and popped me in the cheek with her ruler “You were trying to get my attention…Well…You have it” She whispered, bringing her black heel up, putting it between my spread knees “Get down and kiss it.” She whispered
Who was I to argue? My palms were sweating and my hands were shaking as I leaned down and let my tongue poke from between my lips hesitantly, tasting the patent leather of the shoe. This was absolutely demeaning and…the most erotic thing I could have ever whispered for.
After that first taste I began to worship her shoe. My tongue graced every inch of it and my lips eventually found her ankle, kissing it delicately. She let me continue like this for a moment before she shoved me away “Get up” She ordered.
I scrambled to my feet and stood, watching her intently, unsure of what to do next. She took care of that for me and reached out, yanking my shirt up, taking my bra with it. It left me exposed to her and she didn’t hesitate to take advantage of it “Put your hands behind your head.”
I obeyed and what I earned was that ruler slapping against the delicate skin of my breast. First the under side…And then my nipples. It hurt so fucking back but my panties were already soaked. She hit me a few more times before she forced her hand into my pants and I yelped, jumping away and trying to cross my legs. She just pulled me closer and smiled a little “Dirty little thing” She whispered pulling her damp fingers out “Open your mouth.”
My lips shook but parted slowly and I soon found her thin, painted finger’s invading my mouth forcefully “Clean them. I don’t want your juices on me.” She sounded repulsed but her eyes shone.
My tongue worked around her lovely fingers, sucking them clean as I moaned around her, my hands never leaving the back of my head. Finally she removed the invading appendages. They found a new home in my hair as she forced me to my knees again “Put your hands behind your back and don’t you dare move them” She whispered hotly.
I quickly put my hands together behind the small of my back and hooked my fingers together. While I busied myself getting into position she pulled that tight skirt up past her hips, revealing…nothing. No underwear…Just the lovely, sight of her. Her pussy was glorious. It was groomed but not bald and the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. My breath hitched a moment and my mouth actually watered a little when the scent of her hit me. It was heavy and wet and more appealing than I ever thought it could be.
Soon I was enjoying it as a much closer range. The finger’s in my hair dragged me to that lovely set of lips and soon my face was buried between her legs. She moaned softly as I gasped and started to lick at her wetness. It happened so fast and I wasn’t even sure what to do. I lapped greedily at the nectar she was offering, taking as much of it as I could. My tongue would push into her hole occasionally and she would curse loudly, her hips rolling against my mouth.
I was lost in her but she brought me back to reality with a harsh slap to my thigh. I yelped against her and worked eagerly as she spoke “Don’t you dare fucking cum” She whispered. I didn’t know what would happen if I did…But I knew I would listen anyway.
She rode my face like that for what felt like hours. I didn’t mind in the least. Eventually the grip on my hair tightened and her breath quickened. Then there was a sudden wetness that ran over my lips and chin as she finished hard, biting her hand to keep from screaming.
When she shoved me away my face and chest we soaked in her essence and my eyes were wide. She smirked at me and fixed her skirt, going to her desk and getting a towel “Clean yourself up” She threw it at me and I somehow caught it “This was a warning. If I ever catch you cheating again…It will be much worse”
I nodded numbly, though I wasn’t sure if that was a warning…Or an invitation.
((I might go to hell for this one))
I hated going to church on Sundays. So much so that I only went once a year. After I graduated high school there was no reason for me to go with my family so now I only go on Easter mass. I always seem to squirrel out of the other holidays. I crossed my arms as we walked into the church, fixing my black pencil skirt that was probably to short for the occasion but…Why did I care? I didn’t.
My family found a seat at some pews in the back and I sat down for a moment, letting out a long, annoyed breath. One by one my family wandered to the confessional and then came back, taking up their seat again. Finally it was my turn, last but not least, of course.
I settled on the small, leather cushioned bench and shifted uncomfortably. It was always unnerving telling your secrets to an anonymous man on the other side of the screen. But the more I thought about it, the more my mind gave way to awful thoughts…Awful thoughts that might make this confession a little more fun.
I heard the door on the other side creak open and the man settled and adjusted his robes. After a moment of silence I spoke “Bless my father, for I have sinned”
“Go ahead, my child”
His voice was low…husky and had the slightest hint of an accent. Possibly Italian? Maybe Spanish. I couldn’t know for certain. All I knew was that it sent shivers through my entire being. I took my bottom lip between my teeth a moment before speaking “I have committed…carnal sins” I whispered lowly. My mouth was already going dry.
“All can be forgiven, child”
There was that raspy, foreign voice again. I was beginning to feel intoxicated on the sweet lilt of the sound “Even sodomy? Even spanking? Even if I’ve tasted another woman?”
There was a long silence and finally he spoke “That requires…Special punishment” The words fell from him in a low growl.
My hands trembled just slightly. I’d only been trying to get a rise out of him but now…He was returning the favor and I wasn’t sure how to handle it “What kind of punishment?” It was a stupid question I already knew the answer to.
“Are you wearing a dress, my child?”
“Yes” My knees spread on instinct “I’m wearing a skirt”
“The stand up and lift your skirt” His instructions are clear and firm, leaving no room to argue.
My hands shake as I slowly lift the silky black material. The screen that separates us keeps me from seeing his face but I wonder if he can see me.
He makes a sound of approval and I can hear the smirk in his voice “You’re wearing stockings. How lovely” His words are smooth and mocking and just those sweet tenor notes are making me wet.
“Rip a hole in them. I want that lovely pussy exposed”
I don’t hesitate and reach down, tearing a sizable hole in the stockings I only ever wear to church. “Come closer and lift your shirt, child”
I hobble closer, skirt pulled up around my waist as I lift my shirt and expose the simple black lace bra I’m wearing “That bra is quite pretty but it’s in the way” He says simply.
I don’t need the order to push the cups of the bra up, exposing my breasts to him “Those are quite nice…Look at that. You’re getting quite excited, aren’t you?”
I whimper and nod slowly “Are you wet? Pull your panties aside. Let me see”
Slowly I pull the crotch of my panties away, showing him my shaved pussy. The smell of sweat and sex is filling the cramped confessional and It’s drawing me even deeper in. “Put your fingers inside…” He sounds more eager, more excited and without a second thought I push two fingers into my own, tight warmth, feeling the thick wetness running down my finger’s and along my wrist. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet.
“Press your breasts against the screen” He whispered “And fuck yourself with those beautiful fingers.”
I press myself against the then, mesh screen and start to thrust into my own hole over and over again, trying to stay quiet. I lose it, though, when I feel fingers on the other side reach out and caress my already hard nipples and then there is a hot wetness as his tongue brushes over them. I cry out just once and slap my free hand over my mouth as the anonymous tongue explores my breasts without reserve. I pull my hand away just enough to whimper “Oh fuck…” My lips brushing against the screen as my mouth falls open in a silent scream.
My orgasm rolls through me like a damn freight train. My legs nearly give out and I fall against the screen, grasping the sides of the confessional as I finish hard. The thick cum has begun to drip from me and pooled on the wooden floor leaving a small puddle for the next few parishioners to question.
I’m surprised to hear him speak over my own heavy breathing “You’re forgiven, child”
With that I hear the door on the other side open and close. Just like that he’s gone. I have to take a moment to fix my skirt and blouse, pausing a moment to remove my soaked tights and panties. I ball them up and shove them in my purse before stumbling out, letting the smell of my own arousal waft into the church hall. My family asks me what took so long and I shake my head, not answering and settling in for the rest of the service.
After the last sermon was read I stood and made my way to the exit, making sure I was the first one there and smirked a moment, digging through my purse and getting my panties and stockings. I pull them out and shove them into the donation box before exiting the church completely.
Got a little bored tonight and whipped this up! Gonna have it on a lovely model soon!
Nashville area anyone?