Your cock is beautiful – 43

“Your cock is beautiful” Part-43 Continues…..

I’d stopped at the top of the stairs while I prepared myself, and Mia’s breathing had started to quicken. She saw the path, how private it looked, and she no doubt knew what was coming.

I relaxed my hand again, and her grip tightened. I pulled away, and she reluctantly let my hand go.

I stepped in front of her, staring into her eyes. Without looking away from her, I slowly started to untie the sash of her jacket.

“Sir…” she breathed.

She looked terrified, but made no move to stop me. I continued to undress her, keeping eye contact as I undid the buttons. When I was finished, I slowly pulled the jacket open.

She gasped and her body shook when I started, and her hands came up to grip tightly onto my arms. I couldn’t believe I was really doing this. I couldn’t believe she was letting me do this.

I exposed her body to the cool night air, finally looking down.

I moved to step back from her, to expose her, but she clung to me.

“Sir…” she said desperately, not really trying to say anything except communicate how utterly afraid she was.

I pulled her naked body to me and kissed her, my tongue slipping between her lips. She kissed me back, still clinging to me, but undoubtedly passionate in her response. There was a lot more than just fear there.

I finally ended the kiss, and pressed my forehead against hers.

“Trust me, sweetheart.” I said.

“I do, I do…” she whispered, “Just… just wait.”

She closed her eyes, seeming to concentrate hard for a few seconds.

“You have to promise me nothing’s going to happen.” she said with her eyes still closed. “You have to promise me you won’t… you won’t let or… or do anything bad, or dangerous-“

I softly kissed her lips, cutting her off.

“I promise.” I said quietly, “I promise nothing bad’s going to happen.”

She finally opened her eyes, meeting mine.

She nodded.

I kissed her cheek and held her for a final moment, before stepping back.

She flinched in my absence, but resisted the urge to cover herself. She crossed her arms over her stomach, the jackets of the sleeve covering it, but her proud, firm tits and neatly trimmed landing strip were still visible.

“How does it feel?” I asked, “To be naked outside. Where anyone could see you.”

She stood up straighter, and slowly dropped her arms. She didn’t answer me, but just stared right into my eyes.

“Come on, slut.” I said, taking a step backwards.

Her eyes widened in fear, and she walked quickly towards me.

“Slowly.” I ordered, taking another step backwards.

She stopped.

I wanted to see her. I wanted to enjoy this moment.

I started to walk slowly backwards, but stopped after a few steps.

“Come on.” I repeated.

She followed me, slowly walking towards me. I stayed ahead of her, watching how her sexy body moved, how her big tits, unrestrained, jiggled back and forth with every step.

“You look so good, sweetheart.” I encouraged, “So fucking good.”

Her walk became more confident as I watched her hips swinging just that little bit more, and her back becoming straighter.

“That’s it sweetheart, show yourself off.” I said.

She blushed, looking down, but surprised me by obeying. She started to walk more sensually putting each foot in front of the other like a model on a runway.

Jesus, she was gorgeous. Her perfect young body strutting along a dimly lit path… it was like some sort of surreal masterpiece. I watched every inch of her body, but kept staring back into her eyes which never left mine.

Eventually I stopped, and she kept going. I pulled her into my arms and kissed her, reaching around to grab her ass.

She whimpered submissively as we kissed, but stopped herself from clinging to me. There was a space between us, meaning her body was still exposed.

I stepped beside her, taking her hand again.

“Come on slut, we haven’t got all night.” I said, deliberately setting a slow pace.

She squeezed my hand tightly.

“So how does it feel?” I asked.

“My heart’s pounding.” she said quickly, “I feel like… like I can’t breathe.”

“I bet you like it though, right?” I said softly into her ear. “I bet Mia the prude loves walking around the park with her tits hanging out, with her tight little pussy exposed for anyone to see.”

She gripped my hand tighter, but didn’t respond.

“I wonder what your friends would think if they saw you now, hm? Your parents… oh, what would our teachers think of everyone’s favorite star pupil streaking through the forest?”

“They’d… they’d probably think I was a slut.” she answered.

“Hmm, yes they would.” I said, gently nipping her ear with my teeth, “And they’d be right, wouldn’t they?”

“Yes Sir.” she breathed, “Yes they would.”

She actually smiled, and I kissed her cheek. I felt incredible, such an awesome rush of dominance. I was leading her around completely naked, and she was obeying my every word. No threats, no force, just a suggestion and a casual undressing and here she was walking proudly through the night.

I knew she wanted this. Maybe not this exactly, but an experience like this.

She’d revealed to me last time about what the word ‘slut’ meant to her. Something she’d never wanted to be. It was more than just a casual insult to her, it was what her dad called her mom when she cheated, what he’d heard him shout whenever she’d sneak out of her bedroom to hear them argue.

But in being a “slut”, she’d discovered a certain feeling of freedom, it seemed. She’d been so afraid of that word, but I’d unwittingly freed her of the taboo. She could be a slut, and could enjoy all of the things she’d been so afraid of her whole life, not to mention a lot of stuff she’d never even dreamed of, and still be herself.

I tried to imagine how this must feel to her, literally exposing this sexual side of her that she’d always rejected, always feared. Was it worth the fear? The sense of danger? Or maybe they made it even better for her. Maybe that was the whole point.

We kept our slow pace, enjoying the silence. I wished the lights that dotted the inside of the path, though already dim, weren’t so bright so I could see the stars better.

A slight breeze rustled through the trees, and Mia sighed at the cold air rolling across her skin. I laughed, and she giggled with me. She leaned in to me, and I squeezed her hand.

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