Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 26

The piece de resistance came when I tried to turn away from all that hot flesh pumping away in procreative frenzy on every side, and stared straight up at the ceiling… where I saw myself. A bank of mirrors had been attached to the ceiling, showing a panoramic view of my tight teenage body in the flickering light of many screens, stretched out and pinned down, ready to be ravished. SO ready to be ravished. Yearning for it. Begging for it. In that moment, there was nothing I wanted more than the feel of a hot cock impaling me and driving me to orgasm.

But there was no release. My genitals were open to the world, ready for sex that would not arrive, and there was nothing I could do about it. Desperately, I tried to wrench my arms free, hoping against hope that I could get my hand down to my nether lips and fill that void with dainty girlish fingers, massaging my clit until I got the orgasmic culmination replayed over and over again all around me… but I was stuck fast. All I succeeded in doing was adding the sensuous creak of leather to the tantalizing soundscape, and feel the powerful, manly grip of the straps on my wrist, so effortlessly powerful that they need not even hurt me to keep me restrained and helpless. In attempting to escape, I had only succeeded in adding to the erotic panorama that thrilled my every nerve.

In the absence of release, my sex drive continued to build and build, beyond anything I had dreamt possible, beyond anything I had ever desired in my entire life. My brain tried to fill the void with fantasies, with hands and tongues and penises all over and inside my body. I became every girl in every one of those videos… but it was still not quite real enough to push me over the edge. As I gasped and moaned, my chest heaved with every deep, excited breath. I felt like an over-inflated balloon of erotic energy, ready to explode at any moment.

One video caught my eye. The girl was a redhead, her hair a wreath of molten cooper around her head as she shook from the driving cock that pounded her from behind. Her exposed back, visible in all its expanse, was of a pure paleness only a redhead can have. I heard her shout, “I’m going to cum!”

Then the camera shook slightly, and went down to settle beside her ecstatic face. In front of her was a short line of white powder. As I watched, she pressed her nose to the table and snort the powder up her nostril. Her huge, intense hazel eyes seemed to grow even more massive as her pupils shrank to pin-pricks, and she whispered something I couldn’t make out, although the awe in her voice was unmistakable. She turned over, and the camera pulled up again to get a full view of her beaming face, her large heaving breasts, her narrow, pale belly, and finally zoomed in again to capture her divine, hairless pussy and the semen now leaking out of it.

Then I spotted something. Just an inch above and to the right of her gooey vulva was a mark, or rather three marks, three small brown spots in an equilateral triangle about a centimetre to a side. I recognized those marks.

“Miss Riordan!” I gasped, for it could be no other than my geography teacher, who had succumbed to my advances with an almost suspicious ease, and become one of my most frequent lovers. That birthmark had become very familiar to me through the many occasions I had stared at it while eating out her delicious pussy. I had not recognized her at first because of the age difference – she had to be 15 years older now – but I saw now that it was unmistakably the same woman, blossomed from a stunning teenage minx to a mature, rounded, sexually ravenous vixen.

It seemed that she had returned to the school of the teacher who had seduced her, even taking up the same subject he had taught – maybe his private tutoring had inspired her as it had me.

To my fever of sexual images, both on every side and within my mind, was now added my intense memories of copulation with Miss Riordan. Her tongue and strap-on (What kind of unconventional teacher keeps a strap-on dildo in a locked drawer of her schoolroom? A very horny one, I had discovered!) had pleasured me many times, and the feel of them came readily to the very forefront of my memory.

A very slight cool breeze caressing my naked skin, the sultry, smooth feel of leather on my ankles and wrists, the trickle of vaginal secretions down my perineum to my sensitive butt-hole. Within and without, there was no let-up from the erotic sensations that fed me, forcing me higher and higher into a rhapsody of unfulfilled desire.

The cacophony of sex-noises all around me slowly subsided as the videos came to an end. When the last nubile, feminine body with its anointment of blessed cum disappeared from view, I was left once more in the darkness, tingling from head to toe with need.

“Tell me what you want.” The voice of my captor came from the darkness. He must have opened the door, come through and closed it while I had been distracted by the pornographic panorama around me.

“Cock,” I replied immediately.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me,” I almost whimpered.

“Say it again.”

“Fuck me.”

“Louder.”

“Fuck me! Please, fuck me!”

“Scream it.”

“FUCK ME! FUCK ME NOW! MAKE ME COME!”

“Should I take off the restraints?”

“NO, just PUT YOUR COCK IN ME! I NEED TO COME! FUCK MY FUCKING PUSSY!!!”

And with that, I felt something move between my legs, and my cunt was cloven apart by the most blessedly welcome meat rod I had just seen penetrating so many others before me. Then it withdrew, and I actually did whimper, fearing that he might leave me again after only a taste of what my aching vagina was starved for. Then he slammed into me again, deep, so that I felt his pubic hair mash against my mons pubis. A long out-breath wafted my black hair back from my forehead, hands caressed my sides, and he started in earnest.

The only thing I could see was a vague silhouette. The only thing I could hear was two sets of intense panting, and the distinctive creak of stretching leather as my bonds took the weight of my entire body moving back and forth. Every time he withdrew, I strained every muscle of my pelvis to keep him inside me, and thrilled at the sensation when he thrust once more.

It took only a few strokes before I came, the pleasure of orgasm erupting from my every pore. I screamed. More than ever before, I could feel the blasts of semen rushing into my pulsing young womb. He popped out, and more jizz hit my thighs, belly, tits and higher. Jet after jet struck me on my cheeks, in my open mouth, on my spread-wide armpits, before subsiding again to further baste my belly and loins. It seemed that he too had been deferring gratification to build the anticipation of this moment.

I lay there, cum dribbling off my naked body in the cool basement darkness. A few details suddenly came together in my mind. “Happy birthday, sir,” I said into the black.

“Thank you,” he replied, seeming to confirm my guess.

“What’s the time now?”

A light lit up in the darkness. It seemed incredibly bright to my light-starved eyes, but it was probably just the glow of a mobile phone screen, or even a digital watch. “About 8:30.”

“Hmm, earlier than I thought. It felt like an eternity there, waiting to be fucked.”

“I suppose I owe you for subjecting you to my twisted fantasy. What do you want to do?”

I thought for a moment. The drying semen on my face was making my nose itch, but of course I couldn’t move my hands to scratch it. The need, the anticipation of relief that would come from scratching that itch, made me reflect back on everything I had just experienced. “Well… you could go and start up the videos again…”

To Be Continued....