Part III
Scream help play my game; Dracula man I'll get my fangs
Horseback and I'll get my reigns, school teacher let me get my grades
�Well for starters to respect authority but I think you�re beginning to grasp that concept. You also need to learn patience and to set goals.�
�Mr. Richardson, I am laying tied to your desk with my skirt hiked up and my shirt undone. My only goal is to get fucked by you, right now.�
�Apparently, I need to curb that potty mouth as well,� he said.
He stood next to her head and unbuttoned his trousers. Vanessa inhaled sharply she knew what was going to come next. She was going to get to taste Mr. Richardson and she couldn�t wait. She licked her lips in anticipation.
�Slide back a little and let your head hang off the end of the desk,� he told her. She obeyed with a smirk and a,
�Yes Mr. Richardson.�
He stopped in front of her and she could just make out the waistband of his black boxer-briefs as he freed himself from the confines of his pants.
�Purse your lips,� he said.
�Purse my lips, why?� she asked confusion written all over her face.
�Like you�re going to give someone a kiss,� he informed her.
�Oh! Yes Mr. Richardson,� she said obeying his command. Slowly, he ran his tip across her lips over and over. He was teasing her and it was working. His actions were driving Vanessa up a wall. She wanted him inside her mouth among other places. He pulled away. She moaned inwardly.
�Vanessa, do you know your goal for today?� he asked her. Still upside down she stared at him. �I asked you a question, Vanessa, I expect and answer.�
�Is it to get fucked by you Mr. Richardson?� she asked sarcastically.
�I think I told you about that potty mouth. Let�s see if we can curb that,� he said as he shoved his penis past her lips. She was slightly startled but otherwise ready as he entered her warm and eager mouth.
�I�m going to tell you your goal, Vanessa,� he started as he slowly thrust in and out of her mouth. She was thoroughly enjoying every minute of it. �Your goal is to get me to let you orgasm.�
�Wha?� she gagged out.
�Don�t talk, just listen. You need to earn the right to orgasm,� he said. She couldn�t get over the way he was talking. He was speaking to her in the most nonchalant manner. He could have been discussing the weather.
His control turned her on. She couldn�t help but marvel at it. Most of the high school boys and even a few college guys didn�t last very long in her mouth. She knew she was dealing with a real man. She was enjoying the texture and the taste of him as she swirled her tongue around the head. She could smell his cologne on his skin and it was fuelling her imagination. She could hardly wait for him to enter her other end. She was bought back to reality by Mr. Richardson unclasping her bra and saying,
�If you please me you�ll be rewarded,� he stroked her breast and gently squeezed her nipples, eliciting a soft moan to escape her lips. She almost pulled away from him the sensation of his hands on her nipples was so remarkable. �If you displease me there will be consequences,� he punctuated �consequences� by squeezing her nipples tightly. Vanessa shrieked. He pulled away.
�Do you understand me, Vanessa?�
�Yes, Mr. Richardson.�
�Good,� he said with a devastating smirk. �Open your mouth.�
She obeyed and she knew she would continue to obey him. She would definitely be earning her orgasm well. She�d use every trick she could think of and make a few up to please Mr. Richardson.
Mr. Richardson continued to pump in and out of her mouth as he toyed with her breasts. Vanessa couldn�t help her squirming she was so turned on especially, when he started to moan softly. His soft moans got louder turning into grunts. The sound went right through her.
�That�s. . . . . that�s enough,� he gasped.
�Yes, Mr. Richardson, did I please you?�
�You did a. . . . a good job.�
Vanessa smiled to herself saying, �Thank you, Mr. Richardson. Can I orgasm now?�
�That�s another lesson you must learn, Vanessa. . . patience,� he said as he walked around to the end of the desk where her legs were tied open. She watched him as he walked leisurely around the desk. She held her breath wondering what was to come next. She hoped it would be her.
�Yes, Mr. Richardson,� she replied demurely.
He reached out to stroke her thigh, letting his fingers trail upward. She inhaled harshly as she felt the faint hairs on her thighs rise to his touch. He was taking his time as he let his fingers slide along her baby soft skin. He was inching closer and closer to her center. She couldn�t breathe, couldn�t move. Her head was slightly lifted to watch the progress his fingers made. Suddenly he stopped. She let out and exasperated sigh.
�Is there a problem, Vanessa?�
�No, Mr. Richardson!� she exclaimed.
�Good,� he replied.
Next he was leaning down to untie her legs. When he came back up it was to hook his fingers into the waistband of her panties and slowly pull them down. Vanessa smiled a smile of pure satisfaction. As the cool air hit her bare skin she couldn�t help but squirm a little on his desk top. Then the realization hit, Mr. Richardson was looking at her naked body. To her it looked like he was studying her body from head to toe with those piercing green eyes of his.
He wanted to commit every detail of her body to memory. The curve of her hip, the rise and fall of her breasts as she took rapid shallow breathes, the small mole on her right thigh he wanted to remember it all. She was shaved, he found that very interesting. Her skin was flushed a slight pink color and he could feel her arousal radiating from her. He could smell it too.
She was going nuts wondering what he would do next. She wanted so badly to tell him to take off his clothes, so she could study him the way he was studying her. His next move made her body quiver from head to toe.
He leaned down and placed a long wet kiss to her center. Vanessa nearly came out of her skin. He continued nibbling here and there, wherever he could get his mouth. She died a small pleasurable death when he let his tongue come into play. She began to realize why he had untied her legs as he placed them on his shoulders. She was about to cross them imprisoning his head where she wanted it to stay forever but he stopped her and stopped what he was doing. Vanessa let out a strangled sound.
�You have to earn it. You haven�t earned it yet, Vanessa,� he replied.
�Please, what do I have to do? I�ll do it!�
�What will you do?� he asked kissing her inner thighs. She inhaled. He kissed her again this time an inch closer to where she wanted him. He had asked her a question but she couldn�t for the life of her remember what they were talking about. All she could think about was getting his mouth closer to her clit. She tried to push herself closer to his mouth but the bindings on her hands were preventing this from being possible.
�Vanessa, I asked you a question. What will you do?�
�Anything! I�ll do anything. . . . anything you say, Mr. Richardson. Just please. . . .,� she begged.
�Just please what?� he asked kissing her other thigh.
�Please, let me cum!� she exclaimed. He pinched her as hard as he could, causing her to gasp in pain.
�That�s not the language I want to hear from you Vanessa. Please speak like a lady of this Academy.� She didn�t feel much like a lady with her bra and shirt open, her skirt hiked up to her waist, her panties gone and her thighs on his shoulders. She still replied with a demure,
�Yes Mr. Richardson. Would you please let me orgasm?�
�Hhhmm I�m not all that convinced. You seem to be grasping decorum, respect, but you haven�t learned patience, yet. There is a right time and a wrong time for everything. This is the wrong time, Vanessa,� he said leaving another long wet kiss on her center before standing over her. She couldn�t breathe and her mind was turning to mush as the burning desire between her legs was building to a fever pitch.
He stripped off his shirt and tossed it on his chair. He laid over her to press his lips and his entire body against hers. She could feel his entire body pulsing against her own. She could feel his arousal against her. As they kissed and grinded against each other, she could feel him hard and ready against her thigh she tried to angle herself so he would slide into her but he kept eluding her. She wanted to die. She wanted to scream.
His mouth against hers was driving her insane. He began to let his lips travel everywhere else, down her throat, the valley between her breasts. He paused at her right breast and slowly nibbled around its flesh before taking her nipple into his mouth. He was laving it and suckling her as if he were a baby. He moved to her other breast and paid it as much homage. She was so focused on his mouth on her breast that she barely noticed him move to enter her. As he slowly, inch by agonizing inch slid into her, they both gasped at the sheer exquisite sensation of them being joined.
Finally! Vanessa screamed in her head. He continued his slow exploration of her breasts not moving within her. She wanted him to move. She wanted him to pound her through the desk. She tried to move her hips encouraging him to join her. He pulled out of her abruptly and completely.
�No!� she shrieked. She couldn�t help herself she was close to tears. She was so frustrated. She wanted to let go but he wouldn�t let her. She wanted to be mad but she knew that would never get her what she wanted.
�Patience, Vanessa,� he said kissing her mouth thoroughly and sliding back into her. She sighed. He still wouldn�t move. She laid there as her whole body melted slowly. �Look at me Vanessa.�
She looked up into his eyes. God those eyes, she thought. Then she felt it. His pulse strong and steady was beating against her pulse. It was inside of her. He was inside of her, his pulse beating with her own. When Mr. Richardson saw the recognition dawn in her eyes he smiled. It was the sexiest smile she had ever seen. Her pulse was matching his and she could feel it throughout her entire body.
He grabbed her legs and wrapped them around his waist as he began to move as slowly as any human could. She almost couldn�t tell he was moving at all. Just slow and steady. In, inch by inch and out, inch by inch. She didn�t breathe, she didn�t move, just let him take her. Her orgasm became a fairytale something she thought couldn�t exist; her body had been hanging on the edge so long.
She wanted to touch him. He was running his hands all over her body and she longed to do the same. As if he read her mind he untied the ties from her wrist. She let her hands come down to rest on his shoulders as he slowly moved within her. She slipped her hands into his hair as she imprisoned his head for her kiss. She slid her nails down his muscled sinewy back and she could feel the shiver that went through him. She let her lips trail across his jaw and down to his collarbone where she left small kisses. She let her lips slide back up to his earlobe where she nibbled tenderly.
�May I please. . . . orgasm, Mr. Richardson,� she whispered in his ear.
He didn�t answer; he just picked up his speed. She could feel the quickening in his pulse as it picked up with hers and carried her away. Her orgasm completely blindsided them both as she let out a long low keening sound. She came hard and she came over and over again. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. It was a thousand orgasm rolled together into one. She thought she would pass out from the pleasure. Watching her lose all control and fling herself into abandon made Mr. Richardson lose all the control he had held on to that entire time. He came with a load howl. He thought erratically that it was a good thing his secretary had called in sick that day.
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�Kevin. . . . Kevin. . . . Kevin I�m home!� he heard her but he didn�t want to wake up. He left his dream world in slow stages. She poked him. He slowly opened his eyes and looked up into the face of his long time girlfriend. She had been out of town on business and was just getting back at; he looked at the clock, 2am. She laid a soft melting kiss on his lips.
�Hey baby,� he said.
�What were you dreaming about sweetie?� she asked noting that he had kicked most of the sheets from the bed and was sleeping in an awkward position.
�You,� he muttered into his pillow.
�Oh really, and what was I doing in this dream?� she asked as she pulled off her suit jacket and slipped out of her skirt.
�Stuff,� he muttered.
�Naughty stuff,� she whispered in his ear.
�Very naughty stuff, Vanessa,� he said.
