mstrnaughty
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I'm new here, Thought I'd try this site out. So far I've found other sites to be too tame. I started to write a hot little story. I could finish it for the right sub/slave. This is just one little fantasy I have a ton of them.
For Sir With Love.
His name, Mr. Randy Brooks. 'Music Teacher.' Many girls thought he was the hottest teacher on the faculty. So did Cherry. In fact, Cherry thought he was the hottest man in the world. She wasn't sure why, he didn't have the hottest body in the world and he wasn't the best looking man she had ever seen. But there was something about him. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't stop her urges, whenever she saw him, she got excited. She could feel the moisture starting to flow between her legs, her heart would beat faster, she got butterflies in her stomach, and her nipples would get rock hard. She could feel the sex throbbing inside her. While she sat watching him in music class she would have to squeeze her legs together to calm down the urges to have him. She couldn't stop looking at him while he taught the class. Cherry couldn't stop fantasizing about him touching her. While sitting there in class she toyed with the idea of him having her in so many ways. He was the music teacher, and he was something special.
But what could she do? She had just turned 19 and she knew he was near 50. But he did looked much younger. What was it that she found so hot about him? Was it the society taboo? He was after all much older than her. Maybe it was the age difference, she couldn't help but think of how experienced he must be. That really excited her. What she needed more than anything, was an experienced man. A man that could make her feel comfortable in the bedroom. A good teacher with a lot of experience. Cherry would do anything he wanted. She liked to be dirty, but she didn't like to feel like dirt. The boys she had been out with were such pigs. No patience and usually there was none, or very little foreplay, and then, three strokes and they were out. “What the hell was that about?” She would often say to herself, after unsuccessfully trying on yet another boy.
She was so frustrated. She was horny all the time. She needed a man to treat her like his private little slut. A personal naughty little girl. A little sex slave. Someone to tell her what to do in a gentle and kind way. She also wanted to be manhandled and told what to do with authority. But, by a man that knew what to do. And how to show respect to a naughty girl. Not a boy that would just poke her then blab all over about his conquest. No, not that, she needed a good man, a man that would keep it private, make her feel desirable, wanted and respected. But she needed, she wanted, she just had to be treated like a bad little girl. A private dirty little slut. She needed to feel that she had just been made loved too. She also needed to feel that she had just been seriously fucked by a man. Given the opportunity she would say “Yes Sir” to whatever he asked her to do. She needed a real good man. She needed, Mr. Brooks. The sooner the better.
She new Mr. Brooks was different than most men. She didn't know how she knew. She just knew. He could be the one. Her bad boy. The one that could give her exactly what she needed. She just had to have him. But how?
Slowly a plan began to form in her mind. If she could just get him alone. She could start a simple, harmless flirt. It had to be harmless, at first. She knew that teachers were not allowed to date students. She didn't care about that. But she cared about him, and would never want to see him hurt. So the flirting had to be harmless. But she knew, given the chance she would do anything for him. And she was positive she would let him do anything he wanted to her. Anything.
She thought about him that night before she went to sleep. It was a good fantasy. She played with her little kitty like an animal. She had cum 3 times with that one. She hoped he was as good as her fantasies. She would find out sooner or later. She knew she would have him. It just had to be sooner than later. But she had to be careful, and she had to do this right.
The next morning Cherry got up, showered and put on her school uniform. She wore a red plaid skirt, a white short sleeve top with a red plaid tie. She had her skirt hemmed short. Not too short to draw too much attention to herself, but short enough to show off her beautiful legs, the shortness of her skirt did leave a little to the imagination hinting how nice her ass was. She did have a nice ass, small, round cheeks and firm. She wore white thigh high stockings and red high heels. She preferred those ankle socks with the frills on the tops, but the school said there were not appropriate dress for the uniform. So she wore the sexiest thongs she could find. She also shaved a little triangle of pubic hair over her wet little fuck hole leaving the rest bald. She did that on purpose to be bad, and to spite the school rules. Cherry knew she was a very, very naughty girl. she also knew she was a lady.
Cherry loved the fact that she could be both, a naughty little girl, and a lady. If only she could get Mr. Brooks to see both sides of her sexuality. She could be such a lady for him. She could also be his private little slut. Which at the moment, is what she wanted more than anything.
Cherry was very petite and very pretty. She had, longer than shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. She thought of putting her hair up in pig tails. She knew the boys liked that. But today she would wear her hair in a pony tail. She liked the way her hair flipped when she walked. She knew the boys liked that too. She had freckles across the bridge of her button nose and under her eyes. Beautiful pouting lips and a creamy complexion. She also had tits that were the envy of many girls at school. Not too big, not too small. firm and inviting. She was sinfully aware that, when excited everyone could see her nipples sticking out from her skimpy bra which presented themselves through her top. What really excited her was knowing Mr. Brooks could see that too. Cherry didn't need much make-up. Her lips were naturally red, and she had big beautiful hazel eyes. She knew she was really hot in the eyes of mostly all the boys at school. But that didn't excite her too much. Most of them were pigs anyway. What she really and truly wanted was what she fantasized about every day and every night. She wanted, she needed, she just had to have Mr. Brooks notice her.
What she didn't know yet was, Mr. Brooks had already noticed her. He thought she was an extremely hot little girl, he knew he wanted her. Every time he thought of her he got hard. He felt like a pervert. He fought the urges. But the urges were way too strong. But secretly, he wanted those urges to win. He didn't know why but, at his age, being single, he needed and fantasized about a young girl to make him happy. He wanted Cherry to be that young girl. He hoped she was as naughty as she looked. She was so much younger than him. He never had a young girl before and wondered if she had any experience, if she could be truly naughty. Was she the bad little girl he was looking for? He had heard that some young girls want older men to teach them. So he also wondered if she was open to being taught by an older man? He was soon to find out exactly how hot she thought he was. She was about to find out the same about him.
Fate is a funny bedfellow. Cherry's fate was about to change that very day.
Another boring day at school. Except for music class of course. The day was over and she was one of the last to leave the school. She held back going home on purpose, hoping to bump into Mr. Brooks. But he never showed. She knew he was still there. His car was still in the parking lot.
“So where is he? She thought.
“Oh well,” she thought, “another day perhaps.”
She was about to leave the school for the day, but was having a little trouble starting her car. She drove a Mustang. She liked the song, 'Mustang Sally.' But the car just wouldn't start. Just then there was a knock at the window. When she looked up, she was startled. There he was. It was Mr. Brooks standing outside her car window.
“Having a little trouble?” He asked.
“Yes I am, my car wont start.” She said.
“Can I offer you a lift?” He asked.
She didn't know what to say. Here was her chance. She suddenly got all nervous, her mouth went dry, and she could feel her heart beating in her chest so hard she thought he could hear it, or it would burst. Or both.
“Yes, I'd like that, very much.” she said.
She had flirted with him just then. She hoped it was not too noticeable. But she wasn't sure if she cared or not. Cherry couldn't believe what she was doing, she was going for it. She leaned over so he could look down her top. Fully aware of her nipples. She noticed how hard they were. They almost hurt, they began throbbing harder to be touched by him, It was something she again knew she wanted, it was an immediate feeling. She also noticed the moisture and throbbing between her legs. This just made her more nervous. Mr. Brooks smiled at her. He gave her a little wink. This did nothing to stop the urges that were now blooming into a desperate craze to grab him. She had to contain herself. It was very difficult.
“Well the rules at this school are pretty strict. I can't be seen taking you in my car. I could get into trouble with the school. I'd like to help, but I don't know what to do.” he said.
With that she was crushed. Until he said.
“But if you walk around the corner where nobody can see, I'll pick you up there.”
“Oh my God, this is perfect.” She thought.
“O.K. why don't you pick me up at the corner by the grocery store in 15 minutes.” She said.
“Now, there's a plan, I'll see you in 15 minutes.” He said.
She was suddenly so excited her mind was racing. “How do I get him somewhere private? What am I doing? Maybe he doesn't like me that way. What if I make a fool of myself. What if I make a mistake and he thinks me some kind of a slut?” She thought.
What she wasn't aware of was Mr. Brooks was thinking the exact same thing.
“Oh, this is too perfect. How do I get her somewhere private. What am I doing? I could get into trouble just thinking about her this way. Maybe she doesn't want me that way. What if I make a fool of myself? What if I make a mistake and she gets scared of me and thinks me some kind of pervert or something? She could tell someone, and I'd be fired. What was I thinking?” He thought.
He had been fantasizing about her ever since he knew she was 19. That was just after the first day of music class. He saw her in class and looked up her records immediately afterwards. He felt the pervert for doing so. He didn't understand why he was doing it or he didn't care, he just had to know if she was of legal age. He had never been with a young girl before. Maybe it was his age. Maybe he feared getting older. Maybe he needed to know he still had it. But for some reason, he just couldn't understand. He had to have her and was going for it. He hoped she was feeling it too. But he had to be careful, and he had to do this right.
Mr. Brooks arrived at the grocery store as planned. Cherry was there. He could feel his cock throbbing in his pants. Cherry had positioned herself as not to be seen by anyone but him. Clever girl. He signaled to her, pulled the car into the alcove she was waiting in and waved her into the car. Quickly she got into the front seat beside him, she slid down so as not to been seen by anyone pulling away with him. As she slid down her skirt lifted up enough to see the front on her thongs. Mr. Brooks got a brief look at her camel toe. He was now fighting with himself. His cock was about to give him away. He could feel it pulsing. He could also feel it dripping. If he was to let it go on this way she would see it growing down his leg any second. Or see the wet spot on his pants. He repositioned himself. He had to be cool. He thought of something else. Anything else. He was losing the battle he could feel it. Fortunately for him Cherry was a little shy and straightened herself out. For the moment it was a relief.
Cherry was also feeling aroused. she knew her panties were wet and her nipples ached. She was not aware that Mr. Brooks almost let go of his jack in the box. If she had been aware, she surely would not of straightened herself out. She would of jumped on top of him right there and then.
The feeling was in the air. Both tried desperately to ignore it. But at the same time neither wanted to. At first it was extremely awkward for both. But within a few minutes they had regained some composure.
“So where do you, ah, er, live. Cherry”. He asked.
He had hesitated in his question because he just noticed how much her nipples were poking out. Cherry was facing him. He could see them both from where she sat. She noticed. She blushed a little. He quickly turned back to look out the front window. He was also blushing a little.
“I live on Chestnut street.” She said. “But I don't have to go right home.” She added.
Hoping he would take the hint. She left it out there. He wasn't sure what to say to that. He was still worried she would think of him as a pervert if he suddenly got too friendly. He got his nerve up and figured if he was going to go for it he may never have the same opportunity as right now.
“That's the other way. I'll have too turn around. My place is just on the next block. Would you like to come over for a second. There is something I have to do first.” He said.
“I'm in no hurry.” Cherry said. “Then I can see how teachers live.” She hinted again.
She wanted him to invite her in. If he was not going invite her in, he may ask her to wait in the car while he did what he had to do. She didn't want that. She wanted to be as close to him as she could get. Before she could think about what to say.
“You don't mind if I come in do you?” She said.
“Not at all.” He said.
This was working out better than he imagined. He had got her to come in to his house and they were not even there yet. Just then he got a feeling of fear. He had to be careful. She had no idea what he had on his mind and he didn't want any trouble if he was reading her wrong. He didn't want to insult the girl. And he didn't want to get in an awkward positions he couldn't get out of. His mind was racing. Just before they arrived at his house he looked over to her.
“Can you take the garage door opener out of the glove box and click the door open for me?” He asked.
“Sure.” She said.
She was thinking was how cool it was that they could just roll up to his house, drive into the garage and nobody sees them. Her dirty little mind just went into overtime. We'll be all alone and nobody knows about it. She couldn't help feeling excited by this. Cherry was hoping that he had the same thing in his mind as she had in hers. She looked at him and smiled, hoping it was a sexy smile.
Once inside the garage. The heat was unbearable.
“Do you want to come in?” He asked.
“Yes Sir.” She said.
Now she was thoroughly embarrassed. She didn't know why she said that. It just came out like that. She was afraid to look at him.
“Say that again.” He said.
She looked at him. He was smiling. Not a leering kind of smile. But a gentle, kind, and charming smile. She was hypnotized by that charming smile. She was going to say it again but this time she was going to say it as sexy as she could.
“Oh 'yes sir', I would love to come in.” She repeated.
It worked. She knew it. She could see his cock throbbing in his pants. It was over on his right leg. She could see he was semi hard and throbbing. She looked at him, at his cock, then she looked back at him and smiled. She hoped the look and smile was as sexy as she wanted them to be. She had to guess, because he got out of his side of the car an headed for the door.
“C'mon then.” He said.
The next thing she knew she was standing in his study. He had really large desk, a ton of music books, a guitar, keyboards, a computer, and other electronic looking things she knew nothing about. She liked the size of the desk and wondered if he would bend her over that desk and make love to her. But he walked to the desk and turned on the computer.
“I'll just be a second while I get this done. It's important and I have to get to it right away.” He said.
“No hurry, mind if I watch.” She said.
“I don't mind, you can stand right here beside me if you like.” He said.
“I like.” She said smiling.
He returned the smile and turned to get to work. Cherry walked up and stood beside him. She stood close enough to him that she could just barely touch him. She did touch him. Her arm brushed his arm. She could feel the electricity. Her little kitty felt a rush and she went a little weak in her knees she could feel her nipples rise up again. The throbbing was unbearable. She wanted him to run his hands and fingers up the back of her legs. Unconsciously she opened her legs as she stood next to him. She was caught up in her thoughts she hadn't realized she was leaning on him. What made her smile that wicked smile, the smile Mr. Brooks didn't see ...yet. Was her thought that he doesn't seem to mind me leaning against him like this. She got to work. She leaned into the computer screen and made sure he could see down her top. She looked up at him and smiled.
“See anything you like.” She asked.
He now saw that wicked smile. His heart skipped a beat. For a second he was speechless. Could it be true. By the look on that girls face and what he saw in those eyes. There it was a bad girl just busting to come out and play. He stopped himself. Thought for a second.
“What I see right here in front of me, I like.” He said. “But it's probably out of my reach.” He added.
His heart was beating faster. This was it. They both knew exactly what they were talking about. He waited, held his breath for her reply. He could feel the blood thundering in his head. But he wouldn't dare think about his cock in case he couldn't control it. Not yet anyway.
“What if you could just reach out and take it if you wanted to.” She said.
He couldn't hold back now. He was getting extremely excited. He could feel his cock rising. His cock was hot, he could feel the heat. His cock was growing down his leg inside his pants. as it slid down his leg, he could feel it rising and falling with each beat of his heart. Any second now Cherry would see it.
“I would need permission to take it.” He said.
Cherry was getting excited too. She could feel the dampness in her panties. She had been wet since before he picked her up at the store. But now she could, if she wanted to, act on her passion. And she wanted to. She wanted to so bad. She could see the kindness in his eyes. It made her want him more.
“What would you do if you had permission.” She said.
His cock had now reached the furthest point of concealment. She could see his cock throbbing in his pants. Rising and falling. She was very excited. It was almost half erect. She felt another chill of excitement. She wanted it. He was feeling embarrassed. She smiled at him. A beautiful confident smile. He relaxed.
“I would ask for control.” He said.
“Take it.” She replied
He reached up, held her head in his hands and pulled her to him. He kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. Both felt the passion growing. She wanted to jump him. He sensed her eagerness and held her tighter. He pushed her head gently up to meet her eyes. He looked into her eyes.
“What can I do with you.” He asked
She found him. Her bad boy. it was all she could think. Her passion gave way to surrender. She looked him in the eyes with total trust.
“You can do whatever you want to me.” She said.
“Your giving me total control.” He said.
He looked in her eyes. He could see the bad girl inside her. She wanted it to come out. He knew it. She needed to trust someone. He knew that too. She wanted it to be him.
She thought of her fantasies about this man. They were all coming true. She hoped they were but, she hadn't given him permission to take total control yet. She wanted to so bad. She feared for a brief second he may disappoint her. But she wanted to trust him. She wanted a fantasy come true. She looked him in the eyes for a long moment. She suddenly felt confident. She was going to trust this man.
“Yes sir.” She said.
The way she said those words to him relaxed him. He smiled. He found her. His naughty little girl. She said it with such sexual confidence. She was willing to hand over herself to him to do as he pleased with her. In that moment of intimacy the passion came back like a forest fire. She leaned in to kiss him. He kissed her and stood up. He held her head in his hands again and gently kissed her on the lips. He let his hands slide down and stroked the sides of her neck and her face as he kissed her.
Cherry loved it. He could feel her relax in his hands. He gently turned her around and stepped in behind her. With one hand he held her around the waist. The other hand moved up and adjusted her head so he could have access to her neck and shoulders. He pulled her tight to him. He kissed her gently on the neck. Cherry let out a soft approving moan. He kissed her again. She responded with the same moan of approval. He could feel her relaxing more. He traded kissed and soft licks up and down the nape of her neck. Cherry was moaning louder now. She could feel the fluids building up again. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds. The way he was kissing her. The way he was touching and licking her like that. No one had ever done that before. She was in heaven. But she wanted him to touch her all over. He sensed the eagerness in her again. He held her even tighter. Stroking her neck with his kisses and licks. He moved his hand over to her chest. At first he stroked the front on her neck slowly moving down to the buttons on her top. One by one the buttons were released. With each pass, with each button he was closer to her tits. Her nipples begged for attention. She wanted him to hurry. She dug her nails into his arm. The closer he came to touching her breasts the more she couldn't stand the waiting. She would dig her nails in a little deeper.
“Will you do whatever I say.” He whispered in her ear.
She was getting wilder. She needed him to touch her. Touch her everywhere. Her head started spinning. She was in this mans arms. He was gentle and strong. She could sense his experience. She knew he was not going to let her down.
“Oh 'yes sir.' I'll do anything you say.” She said.
“Promise?” He asked.
“Yes, I promise.” She said.
At that moment he was at the last button on her top. He pulled her shirt tails out as he leaned her back into his chest. He continued trading kisses and licks with her. His hands were now busy stroking her sides and belly. With each pass he got closer to her breasts. Her tits were firm and ready. He teased her. He got close to touching them. Then he would back away. This was driving her crazy. Her nipples were screaming inside her bra. Her cunt was aching and wet. She opened her legs wider. His hands worked her top off over her shoulders as he continued his sublime torture. To her it seemed like an eternity of pleasure as her top inched off her back. Her top hit the floor. She was amazed at the gentleness of this man. She wanted him to do whatever he wanted to her. He pushed her forward.
“Lean on the desk.” He said.
She complied. She leaned her hands on the desk. She could feel her pony tail tickling her back. He positioned her. He gently bent her over and pulled her legs back from the desk. She was prone. The weight on her arms. He stroked her back. Played with her hair and kissed her neck. He gently bit her earlobe. She liked that. Cherry moaned with enjoyment. He continued teasing her. She could feel how wet her panties were now. They had weight to them. And she could feel the air up her skirt. It cooled her eager little beaver while he worked his magic on her. His hands were all over her back and sides and belly. His strokes were heaven. He was gentle and meticulous. With each passing moment the excitement climbed.
He moved his hands down to her lower back and she could feel him stroking her ass through her skirt. She wanted him to touch her skin. Suddenly he stopped. She glanced back at him as he was getting down on his knees. She was trembling with excitement. He gently stroked the back on her legs. Using only his fingertips he slowly went up her legs. She could feel his hot breath on the back of her legs. She opened her legs wider. He continued touching her legs moving up ever closer to her bottom.
She could feel him lifting her skirt up over her ass. Her ass was bear except for her thong. He touched her the same way all over her ass. With each pass inching closer to her crack. He teased and stroked her all over her legs and ass. He moved his hands to the inside of her legs and stroked her up close to her soaking wet snatch. She moaned and opened her legs even wider. She could feel his hot breath on her ass and cunt. It was driving her nuts. He was so close to touching her little wet cunt. But he would pull away just as she thought he would touch her there. It was making her mental.
He stood up again and leaned in. She could feel his big fat cock on her ass. He leaned into her ear.
“Are you a bad girl.” He asked
The way he said it. the deep roughness of his voice both scared and excited her.
“Are you a bad girl?” He asked again.
“Yes sir.” She said.
“How bad are you?” He asked.
“I'm a very bad girl.” She said.
“What can I do to you?” He asked.
“You can do whatever you want to me.” She repeated.
He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She could feel his cock through his pants rubbing on her ass. With one hand he held her head back with her hair. With the other hand he worked her thongs off. She pulled her legs together just long enough to let her panties slide down to the floor. She was just wearing her tie, shoes, knee high stockings and skirt now. She couldn't believe this was happening. A fantasy coming true. And he was good. He was so good. She hoped he would take forever and make this last as long as he could. She also wanted to hurry it along. But hoped he would continue to take charge and make it last. She wanted him now, but she also wanted it to last. Cherry was totally out of control. And she loved it. She spread her legs as far as she could to let him have his way.
He moved back down, back on his knees. All the while he kept stroking and teasing her. He licked the crack of her ass. He stroked her legs. Cherry could fell his breath on her. She could feel the saliva trickling down the crack of her ass. It was warm and tickled. It passed her little brown button and she shivered with anticipation. He methodically licked her all the way down the crack of her ass. Allmost but not quite touching her sweet spots. She couldn't take it anymore.
“Oh please touch me, please touch my cunt.” She moaned.
“You want me to lick your little kitty?” He asked.
“Oh yes sir, please sir.” She replied.
“I love it when you beg.” He said.
“Oh please Mr. Brooks, your torturing me. I can't stand it. I'm begging you. Please sir. I'll do whatever you want. Touch me.” She said.
“That's a good girl, don't stop talking like that. It makes me crazy. I could do this all day. Your a very naughty girl aren't you?” He said.
“Yes sir, I'm a very naughty girl. I'm a bad little girl and I want you to make be your private little slut. Please sir.” She said
She couldn't believe she just said that. But she meant it. She wanted him to take her and do anything he wanted. Just at the same moment he spread her cheeks and touched her little asshole with his toungue and started gently licking in circles around it. She was wild with excitement.
“Oh fuck yes, I love that.” She said.
If you got this far I'm impressed. Maybe you could go a bit further ....Can you say "Fuck me Daddy, Oh please Daddy, just fuck me. Later dudettes.
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