by Teased, Tied
Louis went back to work on her body, his hands sliding into her dress, but this time, he pulled her naked breasts free, the V of the dress allowing them to fall out with little provocation by Louis. His fingers teased over the tips until she arched her back, trying to push them harder into his fingers.
Cherry could do nothing but watch Fabien and the girl, her eyes drawn to the cock that slid in and then reappeared, gleaming with the girl’s wetness only to push back in as his hands held her hips submissively so he could take her hard and fast. She pushed her breasts into Louis’s hands until she felt his powerful fingers take possession of her nipples, squeezing and twisting them until they swelled with the pleasure and pain. She hoped to please Louis by rubbing her ass back and forth across his thick erection.
“See how she arches up in the chair to receive his cock into her body. It slides in easily, Fabien’s hands guiding her to give him the maximum amount of pleasure. Her buttocks clench each time he pulls out, her pussy gripping him tightly, yet it still slides easily as she bathes it with her arousal.” Louis’s hands deserted her breasts, sliding over her belly to reach between her legs, pushing her dress out of the way. Cherry moaned loudly and shoved her ass hard against his cock when he touched her panty-covered pussy for the first time. He found her panties damp with her desires, his finger worming in her slit to begin to rub her from the top of her slit all the way down. She began to move her body in rhythm to Fabien’s cock in the young girl’s pussy.
Cherry tugged on the scarf binding her wrists, not to escape, just to remind her that Louis bound her as his fingers rubbed her pussy. She spread her legs wider, feeling the cock slide between her cheeks, clenching her buttocks just as the young girl was doing with her pussy muscles on Fabien’s cock. Louis’s hands became more urgent, Cherry’s panties pulled down, holding her breath in anticipation of his hands on her naked pussy. She bit her lip when his hot hand slid over her blonde bush, teasing the follicles deep down into her skin. On the next pass, they slid deeper, Cherry spreading her legs wider so he could explore the wet, intimate inner lips of her pussy. The fingers slid to the top of her pussy, teasing close to her throbbing clit that was swollen with blood, but he didn’t touch her there, sliding back down, Cherry gasping loudly as she suddenly found a thick finger entering her, making her stand up on her toes as she was helplessly impaled. It moved inside her, bending and touching places that she had never touched before. Cherry never felt anything like it before.
The young girl screamed, Cherry taken from her own pleasure by the sudden noise. She was looking back at Fabien, her eyes opened wide in surprise, her hands clutching tightly on the arms of the chair until they turned white. Fabien was holding the girl tightly by the hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he held her pinned. His cock was almost all the way out of the girl, but his hips were pushing in, inch by inch of his cock sliding into the girl. It wasn’t sliding in easily, Fabien struggling to penetrate her, but he refused to give up his quest. There were tears in the girl’s eyes, but she didn’t stop him, only sobbing softly, her body shaking as the cock began to penetrate her. “What did he do to her?” Cherry whispered to Louis.
Louis didn’t answer her, instead his finger slipped from her pussy, still wet with her juices. It slid around until it got to her firm ass cheeks.
She felt his finger desert her pussy, her eyes still drawn to the young girl struggling to take the cock in her. Louis’s hand slid around her ass then she felt the wet finger that pulled from her pussy slide between her ass cheeks. She struggled not to clench them, letting him have his way with her. She shivered in fear when his finger touched her anus. Then it dawned on her, Cherry feeling so naïve that she didn’t even contemplate such a thing. No words escaped her mouth, because she felt the pressure of the wet finger on her anus, pushing into the middle of the tight muscle, her own wetness betraying her as the tip pushed her anal ring open, and it slid into her rectum, taking her breath away. Fabien’s cock was pushing into her ass, not her pussy! No wonder she was crying out, Louis’s finger feeling strange enough as it sank into her backside.
“You are too tight; nothing has been in this virgin hole before. Fabien is taking the girl up the ass.” He let her grow accustomed to his finger in her ass before he pushed deeper, feeling her heat and the tight clenching of her muscles.
Cherry squirmed as Louis’s finger sank in deeper, watching as Fabien’s cock finally penetrated the girl, his abdomen pressed up against her ass cheeks. She had seven inches of cock up her guts and you could tell it by the pained look on her face. The girl looked back as Fabien began to pull his cock out, this time Cherry looked between her cheeks able to see the pink ring of her anus stretched tight like a rubber band around Fabien’s cock as it was slowly withdrawn. It pulled out until only the thick head of his cock prevented it from escaping, then Fabien’s hands dug into her hips and pulled her back onto his cock as she cried out softly as she was once again sodomized by his cock. Fabien was too aroused, not caring about the girl, only for his pleasure. Once he plunged into the depths of her bowels, he pulled out, only to plunge back in again, fucking the girl’s ass hole as he did her pussy.
All the while, Louis’s finger began to fuck her ass hole, his other hand sliding around her pussy to keep her from escaping. Cherry could feel his hard knuckles stretching her anal ring when it moved in and out, his finger bending and pressing against the soft walls of her elastic passage. “Why did he do that to her? Didn’t he like her pussy?”
“He wanted both. A tight, hot ass hole is a delicacy to savor. It’s round and deeper, able to take the largest of cocks, though the girl does feel cramps when it goes in too deep. Her ass muscles ripple up and down the shaft, the head of his cock squeezed by the deep muscles in her intestines and nothing is more enjoyable then the tight band of a girl’s anus sliding up and down the shaft of a cock like a tight hand masturbating it.” Louis slid another finger along the first until her anal ring stretched to take both of them, corkscrewing them into Cherry’s virgin ass hole.
“Ooooohh,” Cherry whimpered softly when more fingers stretched her, but his other hand played with her pussy until she pushed back and accepted the duel impalement. When Cherry looked back, the girl’s demeanor had changed. It was no longer a pained look on her face; she was even meeting his thrusts with her own, taking the full measure of his cock up her ass. Cherry saw that Fabien had done like Louis, his fingers finding her pussy and pleasuring it as he reamed out her ass hole with his cock.
It didn’t take Fabien long before he thrust his hips so hard it looked like he was going to shove his cock through her ass hole and out her mouth. He buried his cock deep in her, the young girl twisting her hips from side to side, Cherry realizing that she was milking his cock. You could see the look of bliss on both of their faces as Fabien unloaded his cum into the girl’s bowels. Cherry couldn’t imagine what it would feel like; hot, thick cum flooding her guts as her muscles milked it from his balls.
“We better go before they catch us.” Louis reluctantly pulled his fingers from Cherry ass, but her muscles gripped them as if she didn’t want them to leave.
The fingers deserted her, front and back, her arousal left unsatisfied. Louis picked up her panties, but he put them in his pocket. He untied her hands, Cherry quickly putting the scarf around her neck and putting her bare breasts back into her dress. They snuck out onto the deck of the boat, back into the public’s eyes and the loud noise.
“Can I give you a ride, Cherry?”
She still had the card for the limo service, but this was a much better offer. “Yes, that would be nice.” It sounded so phony. After all, only minutes ago he had his fingers in her pussy and up her ass. They began to walk out, Cherry feeling a little strange without panties, especially when her pussy lips were wet and oily. The walked down the plank to the dock and over to the parking lot. Cherry was surprised when he stopped them in front of a large motorcycle, not a limo as she expected. “This is the ride?”
> “You ever ride on a motorcycle, Cherry?”
“No, but that doesn’t mean I should.” She looked down at it. It was a Harley, an older model, but it was rebuilt and looked new. The strangest part was the seat. Not leather and upholstered, it was metal and looked cold. “It doesn’t look very comfortable.”
“When it was built, it wasn’t made for comfort.” He turned the key and kick started it, the engine roaring to life, the duel exhaust vibrating noisily with a deep-throat sound.
Her whole body began to tingle from the low-pitched moan of the exhaust. She heard the stories about riding a motorcycle is like riding a vibrator, only bigger. The metal seat looked cold, especially without panties and with such a short dress. “Can I have my panties back?”
“I think you’ll like it better without them. And I think that hot pussy will warm it up quickly.” Louis got on the bike. “Get on. You know how to do it. Just spread your legs and mount it,” he teased her.
Cherry took a deep breath and straddled the saddle. She never felt so spread, especially without panties. It felt like the night air was driving deep into her super-heated pussy. She couldn’t stand perched above it, falling to the cold seat as it branded her pussy with its coldness. She put her arms around Louis as she shivered in the cold. She held on tight as the bike roared off, the force pushing on her body as she struggled to hold Louis tight. He was right, her pussy heated the cold metal instantly, but it was the vibrations that sent her body tingling over the edge. It felt like the seat was inside her, her ass hole and pussy vibrating like nothing she ever felt before. If only she could find a way to rub her clit on the seat, she would be cumming on his seat in seconds.
The ride wasn’t long, though Cherry was enjoying it too much to say anything. She was surprised when they pulled into an underground garage, Louis parking the bike next to an elevator. “I thought you were taking me home?”
“I just asked you if you wanted a ride. I didn’t say where.” He waited until she got off the bike, holding her as her legs almost collapsed beneath her. “That happens,” he told her, getting off and holding her around the waist.
“Where are you taking me?” He pressed the button for the elevator and the door opened instantly.
“This is one of my houses.”
“Are you inviting me in for coffee, Louis?”
“No, I am going to invite you in and once you are inside, I’m going to tie your hands to the bed. Just like you enjoy. Then I am going to fuck you as you have never been fucked before. This way, Cherry.” He held the elevator door open for her.
She stepped into the elevator without hesitation. “I don’t want you stealing my panties. That is my favorite pair.”
“I’ll return all your clothing when I am finished with you.” He put his hands around her waist as the elevator made its way up the one floor to the main house.
CHAPTER 9
Lola Learns to Obey
Lola sat in the front row of Professor Vicente’s class, her panties already getting wet as he spoke. She barely heard his words, only remembering the way he made her bend over while he spanked her pussy until she came, her panties ripped from her body as the wood ruler beat into the soft folds of her pussy and attacked her clit. His fingers entered her from behind, but she was already cumming uncontrollably by that time.
Each day she let her short skirt ride up high, each day her legs spread so he could admire between her legs, feeling so naughty that she was teasing him. His eyes strayed between her legs, exciting her more. This went on for a week and a half; each day after class she would be the last in line to ask him a question, though they both knew it was a charade. It was Friday, and she wouldn’t see him until Monday, disappointed.
Lola stood in front of him in her short skirt, perched high on the heels, lovely, lean legs that he would love to throw over her head. She was wearing a silk blouse, three buttons open, lovely, firm, young breasts threatening to break free. He answered her question, though he knew she already knew the answer. He stood up as the last student left and the door closed.
“You’re a very intelligent woman, Lola.”
“Thank you, Professor. I can learn much from you.” She hoped it was more than in the classroom.
“Yes, you can. I am having dinner with Professor Jhon tonight. I think some stimulating conversation might be good for your education. Would you care to join us?”
Lola knew Professor Jhon. She didn’t have any of his classes yet—next year—but she had seen him in the halls. He was every bit as handsome as Vicente. As Joselin so aptly put it, he was virile. Now Lola began to understand better the culture of the university. It was not as in the United States where there was a line that separated the students from the professors. Here, the students were made available to the professors and the professors not only educated the girls, but also trained them—trained them to be women. Lola felt privileged that Vicente would honor her with the invitation. “I would be delighted, Professor Vicente, and am privileged that you would ask me.”
“I have high hopes for you, Lola. Don’t let me down. Meet me at my car at 7 P.M. Dress appropriately,” was all he added. “Professor Jhon does love the beauty of a young girl as much as I do.” Vicente moved next to Lola. His hand slipped to the side of her face, touching her smooth, youthful skin, but he was pushing her head out of the way so he could see her lovely breasts. His other hand slid up her side and into her blouse to cup her naked breast. “Yes, so lovely,” his finger finding the nipple already hard, rubbing it back and forth as it grew.
His hand sent chills up her spine when he cupped her naked breast, teasing the nipple, wishing he would push his mouth on it and suck it. “Thank you, I am glad you enjoy my body.” The words slipped out of her mouth before she could even think of why it sounded so bad. He fondled her breast for minutes before he pulled his hand out. She felt him take her hand and push it to the front of his pants.
“You can feel how much I love your body, Lola. This is what you do to me. It is so naughty of you.” She felt her hand curled around his cock, making it jerk in pleasure. He finally pulled her hand away reluctantly. He slapped her ass hard. “Yes, you are a naughty girl, and you know what happens to naughty girls, don’t you, Lola?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her buttock stung, but it was pleasure not pain that she felt.
“Tell me.” He looked into her eyes.
“They have to be disciplined by a strong man.” She could feel her pussy getting wetter. Will he discipline me now? With the ruler on my pussy?
“Yes and anticipation is best, not knowing when or how. I have some grades to finish. I will see you tonight, Lola.” He slapped her ass again, sure that she was waiting and expecting it. He saw the saucy shake of her hips as she walked out. She was primed and ready for him, and he was ready for her.
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Joselin helped her pick out a dress, finally borrowing one from her. She wanted to look special for Professor Vicente. It was short; all of the girls’ skirts and dresses were short. She also borrowed a pair of stiletto heels from Joselin; these had five-inch high heels, and luckily, they had straps on them to go around her ankles. She twirled around to show Joselin. It was a sexy, black thing that was a wrap around in the front. No buttons to stop Professor Vicente from slipping his hand in the dress and fondle her breasts. “Should I wear stockings for Professor Vicente?”
“Call him Vicente when you are away from school. No, let him see your naked legs.” Joselin knew his hands would find them, also. Joselin wondered what Vicente had in mind for the young virgin. Joselin knew Vicente well enough; Lola wouldn’t be that way for long.
Joselin was so much more sophisticated than she was, wishing that she could be like her. “Thank you, I hope he likes me.” She looked at her watch. “I have to go, bye.” She walked out to the car, Professor Vicente waiting for her. The top was up on the car this time, so it was harder to get in, especially with a short skirt. “Good evening, Vicente.” It was hard not to call him profes
sor, but she did.
Vicente looked at her when she got in, her long legs naked almost to her waist, as the skirt rode up. “You are very beautiful tonight, Lola.” He saw her trying to push her skirt down. “Don’t, you have lovely legs, and you should show them off.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She looked down, her skirt barely covering her panties, but she made no attempt to push it down, glad that he was appreciating the view. The car took off, throwing her back against the seat. She looked at Vicente, handsome in a suit with a black pullover that molded to his chest, but her eyes were drawn to the large hands that were wrapped around the steering wheel, wishing they were inside her dress.
“I don’t know how to thank you for inviting me, Vicente.”
He looked over at her. He took one hand off of the wheel and put it on the top of her naked leg. “I’m sure I will find a way for you to show your appreciation.” His hand began to move along her leg. “You have such silky skin, Lola.”
She was afraid she would cum at any minute, his hand sliding high up her leg, the skirt completely out of the way. “I’m glad you like it. Your hand feels good.” She almost moaned the last words.
“Spread your legs for me, Lola.” He saw her look up at him, almost in surprise. He didn’t need to look down at her legs; he felt her movements. “Yes, good girl,” he coaxed her, his hand sliding along her leg until he got to her smooth inner thigh. He tickled his fingers up and down her thighs, from her knees, almost all the way to her pussy. Her legs didn’t stop spreading just once; each time his fingers crept closer to her pussy, they would spread wider. She was very compliant.
They talked about the current news all the way to the restaurant, but Lola was distracted and aroused by the hand that caressed her thighs. She wanted to reach down and push it between her legs, but she fought to restrain herself. She knew he would do it when he was ready. The restaurant was outside the city. It was a strange place, barely a sign to show that it was there. It looked more like a house except for all of the cars in the parking lot. As they pulled into the parking lot, she closed her legs and trapped his hand for a second. “It looks like a nice place.”
