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"Is it your secret fantasy?" My handsome man continued his questioning, grabbing my hips with both hands and pressing my bottom against his crotch. I gasped, realising he was aroused as I was. The scene had the same effect on him as it had on me.
"I didn’t know, until now, that I would like to return to school, sir," I responded, turning my head to the side to look at him.
I only managed to steal one glance into his beautiful eyes, which were clouded with lust, before he put his huge hand on my neck from behind, holding my head in place, forcing me to look upfront.
"Watch them, princess!" he commanded in a stern voice, and a familiar heat appeared in my core. I was wet before, but the combination of the muscular body of my Dominant pressing me against the glass wall and the live porn movie, which was continuing in front of my eyes, made my pussy clench and my juices flow.
I felt Mr Thorn rolling up my skirt, exposing my ass to him, and he slapped it lightly, making me moan. He chuckled into my ear, and moved his wandering fingers to the hole in my panties. He pushed them inside me, and I gasped, closing my eyes.
"I said, watch them!" Mr Thorn raised his voice, retracted his fingers from my wet opening, and spanked my ass hard. My eyes instantly opened, and I followed every move of the man inside who had just entered the woman from behind.
My whole body trembled in anticipation. My heart was racing in my chest when I heard the sound of an unbuckling belt. I didn’t have to wait long for Mr Thorn to push himself inside of me. He rammed his cock into me with so much force that, for a moment, I was afraid he would tear me apart. He still had his hand on my neck, pressing my face against the glass, and I leaned into my palms, supporting myself when he started to thrust into my pussy.
"What is he doing to her?" he asked, and I moaned, gasping for air, not able to concentrate on the couple in the bedroom. He spanked my butt, reminding me of his question, and I forced my brain to cooperate.
"He is…fucking her asshole," I blabbered, groaning in delight when he pushed his cock inside me unexpectedly hard.
"Are you envying her?" he groaned into my ear, and the small hairs all over my whole body stood up.
"Yes, sir," I screamed without hesitation, slamming my open palm against the glass when he spanked me again, sending a stinging sensation into my every cell.
"Do you want to be her?" he inquired hoarsely, clearly enjoying the position we were in.
"Yes, sir," I cried out, not able to hold myself together. I was slowly falling apart under his rough hands.
Through my wet eyes, I was watching as the professor in the bedroom finished fucking the schoolgirl’s asshole. The seed was dripping down her onto her pussy and thighs.
My own climax was so close, and I begged my man to let me find my release, but as always, he took his time to reply. He waited with his words and pumped me like a lunatic until I almost couldn’t stand on my wobbly legs. And only when I used all my physical and mental strength to withhold my orgasm, did he allow me to come.
I screamed when the pleasure took over me, my eyes rolling back into my skull, and I saw stars. I heard Mr Thorn’s loud grunting and moaning, and I felt as he emptied himself inside me.
He took his hand away from my neck, and entwined our fingers on the glass, supporting my weak body with his arm wrapped around my waist. I leaned into his chest and breathed hard, remembering how good it felt to let go and how amazing the show was.
"What a great way to start the night," Mr Thorn whispered in my ear huskily, and I giggled.
He was right; it wasn’t even midnight.
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The Second Scene
Electra
Iwassittingonthe enormous bed in a large bedroom, enjoying delicious fruits. Mr Thorn commanded me to eat, drink, and rest before he would touch me again. He had to leave because of some emergency, but he promised to be back as soon as possible.
I was stuffing myself with strawberries, looking around in awe. This room had even more equipment than the one I’d seen during the unbelievably hot demonstration half an hour ago.
On the bed, there was a whole restraining system, which provided endless opportunities to be bound in every possible position. A few whips and riding crops hung on the wall, increasing my heart rate. Next to them was a collection of leather floggers.
I remembered the one time, when I was watching BDSM porn from a medieval dungeon, that a woman was whipped with one of these. Her bare back was red, and she screamed her throat out during the session.
I stood up, slowly walking to the spanking bench. It was exactly the same as the one I already saw. I looked closely at the rings and cuffs, grazing the leather surface with my fingers. Surprisingly, it felt comfortable under my hand, but kneeling on it would probably be a totally different experience.
I raised my head, admiring another piece of furniture. It hung from the ceiling, and it had holes for the hands and head. I knew it was called a stockade, only because as a teenager, I was a fan of historical romance books. A weird tingling reappeared in my core when my fantasy went wild. Somehow, I found myself dreaming about being fucked while I was trapped in that thing. I really had succumbed to the atmosphere.
I was just checking a suspension bar, which was also attached to the ceiling, when Mr Thorn entered the room with a deep scowl on his handsome face. I straightened to my full height, which was nothing impressive when I didn’t have my heels, and I mentally cursed the person who ruined his good mood.
"Did you eat your food, princess?" he asked, trying to mask his obvious grumpiness. It would probably work if I didn’t know him well enough to notice the signs.
