My pussy twitched in unison to the sound of my riding crop across his chest. My nipples hardened as he twitched and lowered his eyes in shame. He dared to look me in the eye knowing that he is my slave and I am the Mistress. The thrill of his whelping flesh before my eyes and his instant erection from the crack of the riding crop creates moisture between my legs. “How dare you look at me when you have not been given permission to do so! On your hands and knees NOW!” I slowly walk around him with his eyes obediently lowered I run the crop down his back to his ass, now covered in goose bumps. Lifting my crop high I lower and the sound of it hitting his flesh causing him to twitch sends tingles through my body. I hear a sniffle escape his lips and I smack his ass again with displeasure. “Take it like a man and stop your whimpering or you will never be allowed to cum!” Giving him a third smack I see the small drops of blood begin to rise to the surface of his skin. His twitching cock responds to the punishment just like a good little slave. Grabbing the ball gag I shove it into his mouth roughly and I see a small drop of blood escape his lips. “It is going to be a long night for you. Never displease your mistress. Do you understand?” Nodding his head in affirmation I smile while retrieving a vice for his cock, one of the many instruments I will use to administer his punishment tonight. Renee is no where to be found and Mistress Tabitha is in rare form tonight.
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Naughty Teacher Farah Gets Schooled in The Irish Way
It’s Irish American Heritage Month and as a naughty teacher, I needed a little luck of the Irish, so I made sure to wear my sexy green lingerie. I love teaching cultural diversity to my students. But so many students lack any real knowledge of anything outside their own culture. I gave a brief history of Ireland to acquaint them with a few of the traditions and customs of the country. I even taught a little James Joyce, one of Ireland’s best known writers. He is a challenging read, even for me, hence I needed a little luck to keep their interest.
I find when I dress proactively, I have a more captive classroom. The boys especially, seem to listen more attentively, which increases comprehension of the subject being taught. For my lecture on Joyce, I made sure to look my sexiest. So, I did not understand why I had so many students wanting to see me after class for some private tutoring. All boys too!
One student, actually of Irish descent, decided I was the one who needed schooling on Irish heritage. He asked me if I knew about the “Irish Way.” I was embarrassed, I did not know what he meant. Being the nice young boy he is, he decided to school the teacher. He instructed me to undress. I know it’s wrong to fraternize with the students, but if it makes me better teacher, it’s necessary. I am all about learning.
I slowly took off my clothes, as he did the same. He had huge, um, blarney stones! I felt myself being submissive to a younger guy, a student no less. I let him fondle my breasts for good luck, as I grabbed his stones. I love Irish tea, so I got down on the floor and let him tea bag me with his huge balls. He was magically delicious! I sucked on his huge ball sac, until he pulled me on to my desk. He ripped off my green panties, crammed a few fingers up my fuck holes, making me spray my pussy juice all over my lesson plans.
His hard cock was pressed up against my back, when he lifted my ass up and pushed his cock deep inside my ass. The “Irish Way” is anal sex. Apparently, getting fucked up the ass was a population control trick used by men during famine crises. His young hard cock gave me a much needed history lesson. I was shaking, quivering, as he fucked my ass. How deep he was inside my ass, made me certain he would find a pot of gold! I like the Irish Way! I’ve always loved a hard dick up my tight ass, but so many men my age think it’s dirty. That’s part of the thrill. But this young student had no problem sharing his culture’s tradition with his naughty teacher. He played with my lucky charms as he schooled my asshole in the Irish tradition. Before long, I gave my map of the world a little luck, as I squirted when he emptied his blarney stones in my ass.
Cum was leaking out my ass on my drive home. I wonder if Liam Neeson would school me in the Irish Way too? Or better yet, you? I prefer a man size cock up my ass.
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Leather and Loving it!
I got my first leather outfit this week! Bright red and HOT! I look so fucking sexy in it! I also got a little crop! That is a whip! I love the sound it makes when I slap it against my leg! The way it smacks against the leather is so sexy. Every time I hear that sound my pussy gets a little wetter. I wore this leather all day long. I didn’t want to take it off. It just feels to damn good! Now I know exactly what I need. I need some dick to whip! I knew just who to call. Micheal loves to be spanked. And when he showed up and saw me with my whip, he could not get across my lap fast enough. It actually turned me on to spank him! Then I made him clean up his mess. After all. If he makes my pussy dirty. Then he is going to clean it up!
Not the Quiet Christian Girl
I had the routine boyfriend that followed a schedule as follows: work from 9-5, workout at 7, and be in bed by 11. It was becoming so routine I didn’t even have to use an alarm clock to the times anymore. I ached for something different and yet here I was stuck in the boring life with a Christian man who dared not leap to a devilish side. I was bored shitless! I dreamed of a guy who would be open enough to try the bizarre and just let me be myself but, that was not happening with my boyfriend. Stuck in a rut is what he wanted and how he wanted to stay. Voluntarily, each day for work after he left I would sneak into the kitchen and put grapes in my ass and pussy letting the warm juice flick down my legs dreaming of the guy that would come and cream pie me.
My fantasy that’s not too hard to tell… I wanted a guy to fuck me so hard that his cum was inside me sending me to an oasis that one could only dream about. Impregnating me and filling me with warm man seed. Getting that from my boyfriend was going to be hard work because he had a vasectomy when we first met and vowed never to have little ones. But oh the fantasy was getting me hotter each day until I could barely control myself of thoughts of a young viral man throwing me across the bed and putting my legs around his head, and entering my tight little wet pussy with such brutal force that the blood ran down my inner thighs from him stretching me so wide.
There is nothing wrong with a fantasy right? A strong muscled cock entering a much tighter positioned hole that wanted to be fucked and impregnated. That’s what I wanted and yet here I was with the stickiness of today’s finger massage in my love hole and no one to help me with my thoughts. Isn’t that too bad?