She was a post-graduate student attending a lecture I was giving at the local university. Her professor was a close friend of mine. After the lecture I was having lunch and catching up on email when this beautiful twenty-something stood before me and asked if she could join me to discuss a few items we did not have time to cover earlier in class.
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Now here we are, three days later, standing face to face in her apartment. Her long chestnut hair cascades over her shoulders and I place the palm of my hand on her cheek. I kiss her softly on the lips and feel her body surrender to my touch. I ask her to disrobe. Without hesitation, she looks me squarely in the eyes as she removes her shirt, blouse, and skirt.
To be that young again and have a perfect body. *sigh*
She takes my hand and holds it to her breast. I can feel her heart racing beneath her supple breast. Her nipples become excited and she gasps and closes her eyes as I brush the pad of my thumb over the tip of her sensitive nipple. She is aroused and I can see the dampness soaking through her panties.
I lean down and kiss her softly. My kiss becomes more forceful as my tongue presses past her lips and explores her mouth. Her fingers dig into my arms and she braces herself to keep from falling to the floor. Finally, she pulls away panting for breath.
“Are you going to fuck me?” She asks, rather matter-of-factly.
“No.” I reply. “Not today, anyway.”
I can see the disappointment in her eyes and I lean down to kiss her again. Minutes pass and I pull away. I remove a set of alligator nipple clamps from my shirt pocket and affix each end to her breasts before setting the tension tight enough that they remain in place, but not so tight that they hurt.
“I’d like you to get on your hands and knees on the bed, facing away from me.” I state. She complies without acknowledgement and I make a mental note to discuss proper etiquette and acknowledgement with her during a scene at a later time. For now, she is new and caught up in the moment, and I let it slide.
I run my fingers up the back of her leg from her calf to her thigh, then over her ass where I press the heel of my hand against the small of her back before sliding it up her spine. When my hand encircles the back of her neck, she lowers her head in reverence and her hair falls to the comforter on her bed. Her flesh is soft and her panties are thoroughly soaked by now. I press my finger against the satin, pressing her panties between her lips and sliding my finger back towards her anus. She sighs and presses back against me.
“Please...” she begs. I know she wants to feel my cock inside her, but that was not part of the agreement. And it’s always better to leave a submissive yearning for more.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“Yes, Sir.”
The leather strands of the doeskin flogger slice easily through the air and land squarely on her rump. I get the sense she might have seen 50 Shades one too many times as she starts to count each stroke.
I spend the better part of the next five minutes delicately painting her ass and thighs a warm shade of pink. I can tell she is close by the way she grinds her hips and throws back her head after each stroke.
I focus the next seven strokes on her dripping cunt and panties and before I can land number eight, she cries out and collapses on the bed as the remnants of her orgasm trickle down her thighs.
I run my hand up her leg and caress her tender flesh. “How do you feel?” I ask.
She turns her head to look at me, and sighs deeply. “Heavenly,” she replies.
I lean down and kiss her thigh. I can taste her cum on her flesh and my lips linger, savoring her scent and taste.
“Can I see you again?” She shyly asks.
The snare has been set.
