Another wonderful exciting and dirty post from my favourite mystery blogger:
Immaculate Conception Academy is a strict Catholic girls school with top notch sports teams.
A star defender stands in her field hockey coach’s office, her hands behind her back with her head down, trying not to stare at the bulge in his pants. “You’ve not been doing well at practice, have you young lady?” he asks. She looks upwards through her lashes at him and admits, “No, Sir, I haven’t. Sorry, Sir.”
“Perhaps you need to feel more comfortable,” he suggests in an English accent that sends her weak at the knees, “come and sit down,” he tells her, patting his lap. She sits down gently, staring into his eyes as she does, half excited and half afraid that he will feel the radiating heat between her thighs. As she sits, she feels his hardness twitching beneath her as he places his hand on her thigh, just below the hem of her blue, pleated skirt. “You don’t want to be punished, do you?” he asks.
“Well, no, I’m,I’m just-”
“Stand up” he says to her. She stands, his eyes are glued to her upper thigh. He lifts the back of her skirt slowly, revealing a sweet, soft cheek peeking out from a pair of red lace panties. He kisses the beauty mark the rests at her tantalizing tan line. He follows it with kisses, all the way to her inner thigh and breathes her in. Her body fills with goosebumps. He hears a slight moan from her that thickens his hard-on.
He stands and holds her close to him. She can feel his cock pressing into her from behind, feel it pulse with sexual energy, as he slips his arms tight about her waist and pulls her closer, pressing himself into her. “Tell me” he says, “Tell me everything.”
“Well, sir,” she starts, a little quiver in her voice, “Its you, I can’t, its just, well, I can’t get you out of my mind. I keep having fantasies about you.” He spins her around and their eyes meet. The look they share glows like hot coals.
“What sort of fantasies do you have about me?” he asks, barely able to hide his smile and totally unable to hide his erection. She looks down at his stretched crotch, drops to her knees and undoes his zipper.
Her young, honest eyes look up at him. Biting her lip, she reaches under her skirt, inserts her fingers into herself, removes them and covers his cock with her nectar, she takes it into her mouth and begins sucking him. He leans back against his white board and groans, surprised that she knows what she is doing. He runs his fingers through her dark hair and imagines what she tastes like and wonders what her young pussy must feel like.
The desire to know her and taste her overwhelms him and, just before he is about to shoot his thick white cum into her mouth, he drops to his knees, pulls her to standing position, lifts up her skirt and pulls her dripping panties down hurriedly. Knowing what he wants, she widens her stride a little and bends over, grabbing herself by the ankles. He kneels down and first with his fingers and then his tongue and then his whole mouth he starts to caress and massage and thrust himself at her drenched, tingling wetness. Her legs quiver with pleasure and her whole body pulses with the sensation of his tongue reaching into her velvet depths. She feels how stiff he is even though she cannot see it, she feels it in the sheer lust of his longing for her, the way he licks thirstily at her, the way he knows just what she is feeling and she gasps and moans and almost squeals, never having known pleasure like this from a man. All she can think about is his cock and how much she wants it in her, filling her and coming into her in thick, long squirts, mixing with her juices and dripping from her. She wants to scream, “Fuck me! Fuck me now! Fuck me hard!” but can she?
He stops and lays her down on her back. He spreads her open, her clit exposed. He blows lightly and she jumps–every shiver up her spine is earthshaking. He kisses her clit and licks it. He laps at her sweet wetness. Finally she can’t take anymore, she needs him now. “Fuck me, fuck me please!” she cries. He kisses her belly, leaving a trail of her wetness up to and in between her breasts. He kisses her lips, deeply. Holding her hands down above her head, fingers intertwined, he begins to run his cock in and out of her. Her entire body tingles. She arches her hips. She wants to come on his cock. Now.
He holds her down and rears above her, his cock sinking into and out of her, the only point of contact between them, the only thing they can feel is the hot throbbing contact of his burning cock and her tight glistening pussy, concentrating their pleasure into that one spot. Then, as they come they grab each other and breathe together rhythmically. He fills her and collapses into her as she shudders and shakes. They kiss as their hearts pump together.
“I’m not sure if that’s quite what I meant by ‘punishment’ he says, playfully, and she giggles like a diirrty little schoolgirl.