Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7

As soon as he came through, I pushed the door to, threw the bolt across, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him deeply. He was surprised by this, but responded enthusiastically. After a couple of minutes of this, I deemed the time was right, and my hands went to his waistband. I undid the button of his trousers, pulled down the zipper, reached inside, and pulled out his already hard penis. He was so shocked by the whole situation that he did nothing to stop me.

It was not the biggest I had ever seen, compared to some of the schlongs I had viewed on the net, but it was fairly sizeable, and I knew it would feel good inside me. I went down on my knees, and took him in my mouth.

It was my first time ever giving head, and I don’t think I was that skilled, but I made up for it in enthusiasm. My head bobbed up and down, my lips first pursing on the tip like a chaste kiss, then spread wide as he knocked the back of my throat. I couldn’t go very deep, but that seemed to be fine with him. I didn’t think it would take much to impress him, and I was right. The very situation overwhelmed him, and it didn’t take him long to shoot his load down my throat. I was prepared for this, though: his first time was always going to be quick, so I had decided to get it out of the way and get him back up for a longer second round.

Sexily, I looked up at him, made eye contact, and opened my mouth, showing his salty seed that I had gathered on my tongue. Then I closed my mouth, and swallowed it down. He swallowed himself, his adam’s apple bobbing, and his knob twitched too, and started to rise.

I undid the side fastening of my skirt, and as I stood, it slid off and pooled around my platform-soled shoes. Daniel gasped in awe when he saw my bare, hairless twat up close. He reached out with one hand towards it, hesitated, and brought his hand back to his side.

I sighed, resisting the temptation to roll my eyes. Instead, I grabbed his hand and placed it on my slit. He felt up and down, growing in confidence, and then started rubbing in earnest. I moaned in appreciation, and started almost unconsciously moving my hips in time to his ministrations.

I could gladly have ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own body responding to the erotic situation, his member was soon as hard as before. Harder, if anything. At that point, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of sinks were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two sinks, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my twat wide. Then I placed both hands on his shoulders. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked huskily. “Put it in.”

The first words spoken by either of us could have broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered meat in one hand, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.

I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a warm shape pressing the walls of my cunt outwards! It was incredible, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the widest grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to give him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.
Resting my weight on his shoulders, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a sensation, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to take him to the hilt. The feel of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a little extra tickle, like a hint of spice in each bite.

He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in time to my motions, then placed his hands on my hips. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to hold him by the hips and slow him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.

A look of blind panic crossed his face, as it must have seemed that I was about to withdraw entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so cruel, but the misapprehension served my purposes, so I fixed him with a stern glare, softened with my wickedest smile, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.

We writhed against each other to a slow tempo. His thick meat pushed in and out of my eager pussy, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The pace increased, our hands all over each other’s bodies: backs and breasts (I don’t know when my shirt came undone, I don’t remember either of us loosing the buttons) and bums, hair and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpits, grasped my shoulders from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.

The sensation was astonishing: I don’t know what that shaver did to me, but I could feel him cumming inside me, a flow of warm liquid at the gate of my cervix. Warmth and joy exploded from my loins, and it was all I could do to keep the volume of my cries down. I gripped him back and rode the high.

His heavy breathing brought me back to reality, and I knew I had a job to do. “There there there,” I began, whispering into his ear as if I were calming a baby. “That was good. You’re a good boy.” I stepped back, and his rapidly softening penis slipped out of me to hang, slightly pitifully. A drop of cum slipped off the end, and hung, on a string of jizz, a few inches down.

I looked him straight in the eyes. “I’m not your girlfriend,” I began sternly. “We are not a couple. We don’t even know each other.” I turned around, bending over to pick up my skirt, and I knew he had a great view of my pussy lips, with his white semen just starting to leak out. From that position, I turned around to look at him, and was delighted to see the clear expression of awe on his face. “If you do everything right, I may let you have another go some time.” I wiggled my pert bum at him, then stood back up. “But if you breath anything about this to a single other living soul, you have no chance. No. Chance. Got it? Not your best friend, not your mother, not your priest, nobody. This happens in secret, or not at all. I said got it?!” I raised my voice, with a whip-crack on the final syllables.
He nodded, and I smiled. I knew that he would not tell. I had him wrapped around my finger. I wandered over to one of the toilet stalls, doing up my shirt. I reached in, grabbed some toilet paper and quickly wiped up the mess around my groin. Then I tossed it negligently in the loo and flushed. Finally, I re-fastened my skirt, brushed my hair back, and I looked once again the picture of the prim and proper young lady.
At the door, I turned back once more. “Remember, not a word. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. Your chance of access to my pretty little pussy ever again depends entirely on your ability to keep your mouth. Shut.” Then I swung the latch, and left. I took to my slightly ungainly heels as soon as I got out, making sure that I was round the corner before he exited, and made another couple of turnings after that, just in case he thought to follow me. When I picked up my bag and checked my phone, it was no more than 5 minutes before lunch’s end, so I hurried to my first afternoon class.

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