1. The Devil's Pact Slave Chronicles Chapter 3: Felicity, Horny, Little Scholgirl


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Male/Female, Mind Control, School, Spanking, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 33.3, Source: sexstories.com

    The halls were emptied by the time I reached his classroom. Alone, I slipped out of the coat before I opened the door to his classroom. In the sweetest, sexiest schoolgirl voice I could muster, I cooed: “Mr. Sullivan, I really need help with my grammar.” He was an English teacher; his classroom full of posters talking about grammar rules or quotes from famous literature. His jaw didn't drop to the floor, but it certainly fell wide open when he saw me. Mr. Sullivan was the epitome of the hip teacher: his long, red hair pulled back into a ponytail, only starting to gray with age, and a close-trimmed red beard gave him a rugged, handsome cast to his face, only spoiled by the start of a middle-aged gut. He dressed in a blue jeans, a casual shirt, and black blazer. “Well, well, well, Miss Rye,” he smiled, gathering his surprise. “I guess I can find some time to help you with your grammar.” I skipped to the desk. I could feel the skirt rising up, exposing the plain, modest panties I wore. They were two sizes too small, and the gusset molded to my pussy, giving me a pronounced cameltoe. His eyes were glued to my crotch. When I reached his desk, I perched on the corner, crossing my thighs and flashing my panties. “I just don't get verb endings,” I girlish said, grabbing a pen from his desk and cutely sucking it, letting my tongue slide suggestively about the tip. I saw that in a porno once. I think porn had corrupted me, after watching the studs fuck the whores, none of the boys in ...
    my school stacked up, and I never let any date me. But now I had an older, sexier teacher to be my lover, and he knew how to fuck. He shifted in his chair; I could just make out the large bulge in his pants. “What do you need to know.” “Well, fellatio,” I asked. “It ends with that 'io'. How do you possibly conjugate that?” “That's because 'fellatio' is a noun,” he explained. “The verb is 'to fellate', Miss Rye.” “Ohh,” I said, opening my eyes wide. “So, if I were to slip to the floor, unzip your pants, and pull out your penis, I would be about to fellate you.” I slipped to the floor, my fingers rubbing at the crotch of his pants. “Yes,” he hoarsely answered, breathing heavily. The zipper rasped metallically. His cock was already half-hard, and I gave it a quick, playful lick, then I sucked it into my mouth ever so briefly. “Now I'm fellating you, right?” “Uh-huh,” he grunted as I slurped his cock back into my lips, bobbing my head. “How will you conjugate 'to fellate' once you've finished, Miss Rye?” I popped the pink shaft out of my mouth. “I have fellated you.” He rubbed my hair. “Very good. Of course, you haven't finished fellating me.” “Sorry, Mr. Sullivan.” I savored the salty flavor, the warm feel of his dick, and they way it throbbed beneath my fist as I stroked the base. My little pussy soaked through the crotch of my panties as I rubbed my fingers through my panties, pushing into my slit and brushing my hard clit through. “Oh, that's a very good blowjob, Miss Rye!” I ...
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