“You’ve dreamt about a man who would show you what you are inside, who would make you feel what you’re capable of feeling, because you know there’s so much inside, don’t you? You know there’s so much more…”
My fingertips slid up her thigh, slowly working around to reach the inside as I approached her crotch, stroking first one leg, then the other, petting her as if she were a frightened animal. My body was very close to hers now, almost touching her. I could see her breasts rising and falling in the dim light.
Suddenly she put her hands on my shoulders and her skirt dropped over my wrist like a curtain. I kept my hand where it was between her legs.
“No,” I said quietly. “There are rules here, Emma, and the first one is: you don’t touch me. Not without permission. I touch you, but you don’t touch me, understand? Now pick up your skirt.”
She took her hands off my shoulders and lifted her skirt again, revealing her snug panties and the smooth plane of her belly, tanned as dark as her legs. I brought my hand up and stroked her pussy through the smooth synthetic of her panties and she shuddered. I felt her legs quiver. Her cunt was warm and soft and humid and I could feel her anatomy perfectly through the thin fabric—her swollen labia, the bump of her clit..
“It’s good to be touched, isn’t it?” I asked her. “It feels good to have someone else touch you, someone who knows what he’s doing. She likes me. She likes being touched. I can tell because she’s getting wet. She’s getting wet and she’s opening like a little flower.”
I pushed my finger against her and felt the fabric give over her hole. It was warm in there and hot, and a thick, sticky oil began to moisten the thin fabric. Novaleaned against the wall standing perfectly still, breathing fast and shallow, holding her skirt up as I’d ordered, exposing her pussy to my depredations. She had beautiful hands and elegant nails, but now they were squeezing the skirt so hard they were almost shaking. It was so quiet I could almost hear her clothes move as she breathed.
“What are you going to do?” she asked nervously. “What are you going to do to me?”
It was fairly obvious what I was going to do standing there with my fingers on her pussy, but I knew she wanted to hear the words. That’s no problem., Words are my specialty.
I slid my fingers up and down her slit, forcing the fabric against her cunt. I found the bud of her clit and bore down on it, then eased up and let my fingertip flicker against it like a little flame. Nova Moaned and then took a deep, shuddering gasp.
“Oh yes!” she hissed. “There! Right there!”
“Who’s giving the orders?” I asked, pretending to be offended. I stopped flicking and started a slow, gentle massage of her clit, alternating it with stroking the length of her pussy.
“This is between me and your pussy, Emma,” I said. “You’re just along for the ride, because you’re attached. But me and her, we have an understanding. She likes what I’m doing and she knows I’m going to make her come, and she wants to come very much. She wants to come right in my hand as I play with her, and that’s what we’re going to do, right here, right in this class room. I’m going to play with that little whore pussy and make her come, Emma, and make you come too, understand?”
“Oh God!” she moaned, clenching her teeth against the pleasure as I rubbed her clit.
It was terribly lewd, just filthy, this beautiful young woman leaning against the wall of the darkened classroom with her legs apart, holding her skirt up for me as I masturbated her. I pushed the crotch band of her panties to the side and my fingers touched her naked flesh, soft and dripping. Novawas panting now, and I could feel her buttocks flexing unconsciously in a reflexive fucking motion as I fingered her clit and teased the inside of her cunt.
“Take your right hand, ” I said, “and unbutton your blouse.”
Her fingers were shaking as she did as I said.
“Another button.”
The second button was at nipple level. The inner slopes of her breasts were visible now, full and ripe, encased in a smooth, sexy bra. My fingers were still playing in her pussy, holding the crotch of her panties aside with my ring finger while my middle finger played in her hole and my thumb and first finger slid around her clit. I leaned my head down so I could smell her perfume and began to lick the warm smoothness of her breasts.
Nova Was perfect—perfect. She stood there and let me play with her soaking pussy and lick her tits, holding her skirt in her hands, either afraid to move or too enraptured—too thrilled by the way I toyed with and manipulated her. I’d been right. My feelings about her had been totally right. She was a woman who needed to be used, pleasured, violated, one of those women who can only give when it’s taken from them—the kind of woman who drove me absolutely crazy.
“How is it, Emma? How is it?” I asked her as I slid my fingers into her cunt. “You’re going to come, aren’t you, bitch? You’re going to come for me, right in my fucking hand.”
“Oh God,” she moaned. “No! No!”
But her hips were bucking up at me now as I fingered her and her thighs were flexing, pushing that soft hairless pussy onto my plundering fingers, giving it to me, a perfect whore for what I was doing.
“You love it, don’t you Emma! You love it!”
She looked at me in panic and I saw she was losing it. The excitement of being fingered and played with like a hot little whore was more than she could stand, and the hidden slut was coming out, wild, hungry and uninhibited.
It’s magic when you have a woman like this—absolute magic. The hotter she gets, the more you want to do to her because you know it’s turning her own, the shame, the loss of control. I wanted to give her more, so I reached behind her with my other hand and lifted the back of her skirt, worked my hand under the back of her panties and pressed a finger against her puckered asshole.
“Oh, Mr. D! Don’t!” She gasped, pressing her head back against the wall, but I could feel her buttocks clenching on my finger as she fucked her pussy against me in helpless excitement.
“Give it to me, bitch!” I hissed as I leaned my weight against her. “Give it to me! Look at what I’m doing to you. Go on, look!”
I moved back enough to give her room so she could look down and see the way her hips were pushed out and pumping obscenely as my fingers slid in and out of her cunt. “Oh God!” she moaned, shamed by the sheer lasciviousness of her own degradation.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, making her arch her back as my fingers stroked her cunt. I studied her face, seeing her lose it, seeing the look of raw animal lust on her features.
“Hold onto me now, Emma! Hold onto me as you come!”
Her thighs were trembling, her legs growing weak. She dropped her skirt and held onto my shoulder with one hand, while with the other she grabbed the hand that was fucking her pussy and used it like a dildo, fucking herself, far beyond self-consciousness or shame.
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! YESSS!!!!”