Teacher and Student

In this room, she is his. Like a lion assessing its prey, the teacher’s eyes survey her hungrily. She knows exactly why she is here, yet her feigns of innocence make him even more intent on following through with what he had always implied to her. Her favourite college class was about to get so much better.

So often, this student had teased him so subtly during lessons, flirting with him at every opportunity and wearing the skimpiest outfits, all for his enjoyment. It wasn’t until he started to whisper things to her during lectures – in the guise of offering help with work – that he came to realise the hold that he had over her. The way her hand always slid under the desk any time he approached, to whisper more things in her ear, telling her just what he’d like to do to her, how he’d love to strip her right there and then. So slender, so full of desire, so delicate, so perfect for him to dominate.

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Feeling my clothes against your skin, making you somehow feel even more naked before me. Being clothed while you are so vulnerable gives me another level of control.  

Each layer… another step closer to penetrating you. 

Layer after layer, stripping back your desires: feel my body feast on your innocence.  

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New Year’s Eve

Just another couple of hours and then the new year. Just another couple of hours… and then you’ll get what you need.

What started as a simple challenge had become a battle of wills. Hearing the moans, the desperate cries for release, made it so much harder to hold on. The biggest rule was that when somebody called out that they were about to come, the other person must stop and let them rest, no matter how tempting it was to make them go over the edge. They all agreed that nobody could climax until midnight – until it was the new year. Anybody who failed to hold back would spend all of January in a state of denial.

You close your eyes for a moment as if to shut away the onslaught of imagery that tempts you, yet all it does is make you focus on the sensations driving you closer. You open them again and simply look around, trying to take your mind off of the mouth that is working you to the brink. Watching a couple suck each other does not help, seeing the woman on top wrap her lips around that pulsating length while her lover does all he can to frustrate her further. With her legs straddling his head, he grasps her ass while continuing to suck her clitoris, as if pulling her closer and letting her know that she isn’t going anywhere else until one of them gives. It won’t be long until he begins to pump his hips up and down, then she’ll know that she has him right where she wants. 

You gaze around the room as you feel your own impending orgasm wreak havoc, wanting so desperately to just give in. The sounds of sex continue to pour fuel on the flames; the wet slapping sounds of skin meeting skin, the aching moans of desire echoing throughout. Women bounce up and down on the laps of their partners, feeling every inch twitching within at the moment they are told to stop. Those mischievous grins signal that they want nothing more than to just jerk their waist up and down once more, to force that stiff length to convulse in pleasure and see their man cry out in orgasmic joy. Yet still, midnight is some time away, more time to keep those stiff cocks swollen and in need of more. 

You want to come so badly, for that mouth to just bring you over the pinnacle, yet you hold out… soon you’ll get what you need. Your attention is pulled to a woman screaming out as her pussy is devoured, letting everyone know that she can’t take it, that she just needs to come. The woman between her legs looks up and tells her no, that it isn’t time yet. A shiver of arousal runs through your spine at hearing those words, then seeing the woman lean her head down and begin again. The way she is lapping away at the woman’s dripping pussy makes it clear that she is taking much delight in evoking such moans and squeals of frustration. 

Various couples look into one another’s eyes as if feeding off of their arousal and trying to will the other to give in, to succumb to their desires. It’s so erotic to know what they are all feeling, to understand that deep, bubbling climax is ready to spill over and gush forth, to know that it is their own body that is doing this to them. 

You feel your orgasm taking hold, the fight between wanting to hold back and recover and wanting the mouth to never stop tormenting you. Everything within yearns to just let go as the countdown begins. Ten seconds is all it will take… yet the tightening in your core, those little tremors within, telling you that you may not last. The fireworks are about to go off. Ten… nine… eight… so close.

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It’s not the feeling of how your pussy clenches around every inch of my length… it’s not how erotic it is to have your gorgeous, sensitive body pressing against me… nor is it the wonderful sounds you make as you moan in pleasure. It is the look on your face that captivates me the most: that look of rapture. How we’ve spent so long slowly building this up, holding back until finally, you can’t stall it any more. That expression of pure ecstasy, telling me that every second was worth it, telling me that you don’t want it to stop. That’s why I won’t stop or slow down, no matter how intensely you come.

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“Fuck me.”

The need to grip hold of him overwhelms you. To wrap your arms around the force that penetrates you. If not to pull him to you and make him pump into your faster, then at least to wrap around him and feel that masculine frame more intimately, yet still you are confined.

The faster he goes, the more you fight against your bondage, yearning to hold him as tightly as the pleasure holds you to in its grip. 

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So close, yet so far away.

You both struggle to keep that orgasm at bay, feeling it pumping through you as if trying to force its way through your bodies. You keep changing the pace, speeding up, slowing down and changing rhythm, always to keep the other on the edge as much as you can, while making sure neither of you goes over.

It gets harder and harder to think about the other, all your attention seems focused on your own body, concentrating so desperately on keeping yourself on the brink of climax.

This is the most beautiful agony you have ever felt together, even as it keeps getting more unbearably wet and tense, you want to make it last until there is no more willpower left.

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The way your back arches to me…

The way your ass cheeks press firmly against my hips…

The way your pussy clenches tighter around my cock…

It all lets me know that pressing my fingers right here is all you truly want me to do, no matter how you react.

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To feel the body of another quiver and twitch in rapture against your own. The height of existence.

No matter how intense, however much you convulse in ecstasy, how tightly the grip signals for things to slow down or give respite, it must continue.

You’ve taken all you can take, now let me give you more.

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