"Yes Sir" (Teacher/student)

   As it begins, I am outside your classroom, bending over getting my things out of my locker. You stand at the door waiting for students to walk in. Boys in the hall make comments about my “Sweet Ass” and what they want to do to it, but you shoo them off to class. You are standing in the doorway, and I must turn to squeeze by you. As I do, I give you a coy wink, a shy smile, and let my hand graze your cock just to see if the sight of my ass has tensed it any. It was a little bit stiff, which also made me smile.

     I sit in my seat and fantasize about making your cock even stiffer while you give us our lecture. I can’t seem to concentrate my mind is wandering, wrapped up in thinking about all the naughty things that we would do together if I were yours. Suddenly I hear you calling my name “…Marcia, Marcia… are you paying attention?” I am then shocked back into reality. Responding “No Sir, I am sorry I wasn’t.” You say out loud in from of everyone, “The essay you turn in better be perfect, since you don’t feel it important enough to pay attention in class. I want to see you after class, we have to talk about your lack of focus.”

     The bell rings and the other students scramble out of the room on their way home. I walk over to you and sit in the seat next to your desk, preparing myself for reprimand. You ask me “What am I to do with a student that wont focus?” I shrug. You then ask me “What did your father do when you misbehaved? “ I respond, “He spanked me Sir.”

     “Well maybe I should spank you too, “ you suggest “What do you think?”

     “Whatever you see fit,” I say. You back you chair away from your desk, walk to the door, where you lock it. You then walk back to your chair, pat your knees, and suggest I lay over them. I do as I'm told. You then slightly lift my skirt to expose my cute boy-shorts. You put your index and middles fingers in my mouth and tell me to suck them and bite down if need be. With every swat of your hand, my pussy secretes it wetness. I whimper and cry under your hand, but your fingers filling my mouth muffle my moans. I was cumming. I look at you and then at the floor, saying in a low voice “Sir, I'm cumming right now.” With that you shove your fingers inside my throbbing pussy, pumping it, which in turn makes my orgasm even stronger. I moan passionately as the wave passes over me.

     You tell me to get up, that I am so misbehaved, and you don’t know what to do with me. Directed to sit in the chair again, I sit obediently. You look through the stack of essays on your desk, searching for mine. You take it out and start reading. “Well young lady, let’s see how you have done. You realize that you will be punished for every error I find, right?” I nod.

     I'm instructed to get on my knees in front you. I do it immediately. Hands on the floor in front of me, I sit patiently as you read my words. You find a mistake, and slap me firmly across the face. I take what I am given, and abruptly apologize. Another mistake, another slap; you are finding so many errors that it is now making you really upset with me. You unzip your fly, and tell me to take your cock out and make up for my silly mistakes. Also you tell me that once you cum, you do not want me to spill a drop. I begin by taking your hard cock into my mouth, licking and sucking it like I dreamed about so many times before.

     You continue reading all while I pleasure you, I can tell from the way your body tenses that you can feel your orgasm building. “Get up, and bend over, I want to fuck your asshole my little bitch.” I jump to my feet; I bend over the desk, chest lying on top of everyone’s homework. You ask me if I had given myself an enema today, and prepared for a hard anal fuck. I nod. I feel something wet drop onto my asshole and feel you push your fingers in my ass, opening it up for your cock. I breathe in deep, thinking of how good it feels. Then I feel the pressure of you pushing your thick cock deep into my ass. With each new mistake, you swat my ass, citing my error aloud. You start pumping harder as you come to the end of the essay. You finish reading and place it down on the desk next to me.

     You tell me that, in general it was a well-written essay, but it was full of small grammatical errors. You pump faster and harder, asking me if I like it. Of course I do. Again I feel the tension in your body, you are going to cum. Pulling your cock out of my hole, I hurry to my knees and take it in my mouth and feel you explode in ecstasy, your cum filling my mouth.

     “Now I expect you to pay attention in my class little slut, do you understand?”

     “Yes Sir.” I respond. “And I expect you to continue to dress in the things I like, I don’t mind the young boys looking at my little slut, but you are not allowed to let them touch you. You are my little whore, for only my use; do you understand?” I nod. “Now get yourself together and get home, and do all your homework, and make sure it is correct or there will be more severe punishment each time I have to correct you.”

     “Yes Sir.” I respond.

      Fixing my clothes, grabbing my backpack. I scramble to the door where I wait for you to unlock it and release me for the day. You walk to the door and unlock it, but not before you sweetly kiss my forehead and tell me goodbye.

Tattoo Rendezvous

Marcia walks to the door, stomach fluttering with the anticipation of the pain she was about to endure. It seemed that she had been waiting forever for this moment. Planning, daydreaming, and thinking endlessly. Just thinking about it made her wet with excitement.

Marcia gazes up to see the name on the door Nine Eyes Studio, this is it, and she has arrived at her destination. She opens the door and sees his face, just the person that she was looking for. He looks up and walks over to greet her, introducing himself “Hello, I’m MC” and she returns the gesture, “It’s great to finally meet you, I’m Marcia.”

Guiding her by her elbow, he ushers her to his chair as they discuss the work to be done. She sits with her back to him as he preps the area for the stencil, which he already had prepared. Marcia closes her eyes and lets the sounds of the shop and the tone of MC’s voice take her away.

They talk about everything that they can possibly think of as the needle pricks dance around her spine. The pain is shocking, sensual, and intoxicating. The sensation that she is feeling under this man’s hand was driving her wild.
All sorts of thought racing through her brain, from the gentle touch of his hand, to the surging pain of the needle; what an exciting time this was.

Was it wrong to be aroused at this moment, to want him to use her for his sexual gratification? There was something about his tattooed body and long hair that was so unbelievably appealing. What was she to do? Should she tell him that she would desire nothing more than to be on her knees in front of him, sucking his cock?

With all of these visions flooding her head, she wasn’t even aware that he had finished and was telling her to check out the artwork. She rises from the chair with mirror in hand and walks over to the full-length mirror to admire the work. A gasp escapes her lips “It’s more beautiful than I imagined it would be!”

Wrapping her arms around her friend, she whispers in his ear “Now that you have fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies, I want to return the favor…” Pulling back, she winked at him, got on her knees, and set to undoing his pants.

Maybe slightly shocked, he stood with his mouth gaping; not really believing what was happening. Mark thinking ‘I know that we had talked and teased about this, but I honestly never actually expected it to happen.’

She stops briefly to tell him to sit on the chair, nodding to the one a few feet away, and then she crawls over to him after he is seated. She decided to stay on all fours so that he might admire the newly inked tattoo on her spine. She was hoping that he was enjoying her lips on his cock, as much as she loved looking at the tattooed rod in her mouth.

Then easing up his body, pausing to kiss his stomach, and taking nibbles along the way; upon reaching his nipples, she starts licking them softly and biting then slightly. He winces, which makes her smile.

She looks up at MC’s face to see him staring at her with a euphoric look on his face, she smiles. “Will you fuck me, please!” begging him. She knew that it would be impossible for him to say no. He gets up from chair, she changes places with him. Marcia lifts her skirt to reveal that she is wearing no underwear, and bends over for him to get a better view. Resting her hands on the chair with her ass in the air, he enters her. His throbbing, hard, thick cock is just what she needs, she thinking, “God, it’s been so long!”

His pace is slow and gentle at first, but she wants to feel his power. She says, “Fuck me, fuck me harder and faster!” He obliges, speeding up and grabbing her hips to push deeper inside. “Yes baby! Make me scream…” she could feel her orgasm building “spank me, pull my hair: I'm cummin…more, more, more!”

Looking back at MC, Marcia coyly asks, “Would you fuck my ass too?” He gives her a sly smile as he pushes his middle finger deep into her ass. Marcia loved to have her pussy fucked and to get anal stimulation at the same time. It made her desperately wish that she had brought her butt plug too, so that he might plunge it in her ass while he brought her to the height of another climax.

When he felt that her ass was lubricated enough, he extracted his cock from her pussy and slowly entered her ass. He tried to be as gentle as he could initially, as to cause her the least amount of discomfort possible.


He could tell that the anal sex was exciting her, because he could feel the orgasms as she exploded deep within. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her neck, clamping down slowly but steadily harder, restricting the blood flow to her head. Her asshole was tightening around him with each spasm and growing slicker with her juices. “God I'm coming again!” she said softly, but loud enough for MC to hear. Feeling her cum over and over for him was bringing him so much pleasure.

Everything becoming a blur as his rhythm was sending her into sexual bliss. The number of orgasms now reaching the double digits, and then she could feel his pace change. ‘ He must be cummin’ she thought. Moving away from him, to get on her knees and take his cock in her mouth; tasting her own cum, she sucks feverishly. He’s moaning loudly as his orgasm explodes in the back of her throat. It is sweet on her tongue as she swallows it all, and taking any of the stress that he might have had left in his body with it. She smiles up at him and says, “ I hope that it was better than you imagined it would be.”

"Yes darling, you are a fantasy come true, that is for sure." he said.