by

Stephen Smith

During the nights she would still sometimes awaken from having tried to move in her sleep only to be denied the movement. She had dreams. She could vividly remember the one from just last night.

In her dream, her schoolmates had tied her down spread-eagle to one of the big, heavy science tables. As she lay there whimpering, Mr. Hargrove approached her with a tray of various scissors, clamps, and other frightening chromed implements. He leered at her, then told her he would cut away a piece of her clothes for every demerit she had earned. First to go was her shirt, slicing up both sides with a wicked looking knife, leaving her with just her sports bra on.  He balled up the shirt and stuck a tardy slip on top of it.

Then he snipped at her jeans, cutting around with the scissors and removing one pant leg, to which he clipped a tardy slip. Then the other leg, which was tagged with a failed test. This left her jeans looking like Daisy Duke cutoffs. A pile of her shredded clothing grew on the table above her head, out of reach.

“Late to class! No Homework! Failed Quiz!  I’ll have to keep you after class...” He said in an oozing oily voice that promised much more than remedial study time.  He unlaced each of her sneakers, tucking a tardy slip between the tongue and the laces of each, before removing them. It made her feel inexplicably exposed when he stole away her sneakers, leaving her cold toes wiggling in her socks, her ankles dancing on the end of tight ropes.

“I think we’ll have a live demonstration for our biology discussion today.” With a few more snips, off came the remainder of her jeans in tatters. Next was her bra, and he made extra sure to brush her nipples with the tardy slips as he inserted them under each cup while he fiddled around and cut away at the overly tight elastic.

“Note class, the erect nipples.  Watch how they harden and strain.” As he tickled her nipples and she cried. “Everyone come by, single file on each side, this is a hands-on project.”  

The children took turns running their hands over her exposed breasts as her bra joined the pile. Girls chided her, how silly they thought she was for trying to hide them for so long. Boys and girls formed a line on each side of the table, hands running up her legs, tickling her tummy, pinching and tugging her nipples. As she strained at the ropes, every part of her body felt like it was being invaded by poking, tickling, pinching fingers.  They paraded past while she cried and screamed for help. Then Mr. Hargrove took the wicked knife and carefully sliced up both sides of her panties, leaving the sides slit open. They covered her only so much as a washcloth would just laying there.  

With a flourish, he gathered the class, and then started slowly tugging her panties down, exposing each centimeter of flesh. Cell phones snapped away and kids laughed as they sent off the pictures while she stared transfixed at her own slowly appearing crotch. Just as he was about to reveal her slit to the gathered class, she woke up with a shriek. She lay there in a cold sweat, struggling against the relentless cuffs.

The thoughts of the dream began to fade as she lay there waiting.  Today being a little over a week since she found herself in this place, Heather began to feel a sense of  equilibrium return to her life.  

Distant beeping of the keypad told her he was here, and she felt a smile form on her lips.  

“Good morning, honey!”  he called out.

“Hi, honey!” she said, puckering her lips for the morning kiss.  When he met them, she parted his lips with her tongue and he responded instantly, scooping under her with his strong arms.  Then he was laying on her, with her, her feeling his strength all around her.  The tatters of the dream were blown away in his embrace.  The only thing between her skin and him were the sheets.

He stopped long enough to fumble her restraints off, and then she was pulling him back down to her again.  It scared her at times how much she needed him now, longed for his company.  She had never felt so connected, so wanting of someone else ever before.

He rolled her on top, encouraging her initiative, and she grinned as she gently ran her knee up the inside of his thigh, letting her toes hook up under his pant leg.  

“Don’t you want breakfast?”  He chuckled to her.

“You first, breakfast after!”  She said, attacking him with kisses on his neck.  

“I see… Are you an attentive student this morning?” He queried her.  

“What does teacher have in mind this morning?” She purred in his ear.

“Well, since you seem to have an appetite for me today, I thought we could start the day off right for both of us.”

He took her hand, and led it slowly down to the top of his pants. She blushed furiously, her nerves returning.  Oliver loved these moments with her, when she would be suddenly adventurous, showing that suppressed spark he knew was inside, and then her shy retreat.

He encouraged her with his eyes.  Biting her lower lip, with a hint of a smile peeking from one corner, she knelt to one side of him and then undid his belt buckle.  Never before had they done any exploring in the morning.  In fact, until now, her shadowy encounters with his ardent manhood had thus far been under dimmed lights and under blankets.  After dinner, on the couch with the TV on, alternately watched and… not watched, as they fooled around and explored each other.

She worked down his zipper, the evidence of his hard member pressing up against her fingers.  He helped her by working down the pants and shorts, but left the unveiling for her.  She was all rapt attention, as her delicate fingers worked their way under his shorts, and then up, and then over and down until she had tugged everything down to the knees.  Letting her eyes travel back up him, she gasped in surprise at the wonder of him.

He hooked her nearest knee, tugging it up towards him a bit, and she unconsciously scooted a bit closer to him, keeping her eyes on this newly exposed aspect of the man.  “You can touch it, if you like.” He said.

She looked at him, nervous, then gingerly reached out, touching the circumcised head with her fingers. She looked at him and smiled.

“What do you feel?”

“It’s… smooth.  Like velvet.  It’s so soft.  Squishy...”  She traced her fingers around the edges, and it jumped.  “OH!”  She pulled her hand back and laughed.  Then she grasped the shaft with her hand.  “It’s hard too… I think I can feel a pulse… Oh, it’s getting bigger!” With that, it began to lift up in little pulsing movements, and she took her hand away to watch it rise.  

“It feels good when you touch it.  You make me hard, like when we’re fooling around at night.”

“It’s kind of scary looking too! So, this goes inside of me?”

He reached under her, cupping her from below, and she wiggled down on his hand.  “Yes, it does.  It goes right in here.”  And he touched her opening for emphasis.  She sighed, closing her eyes as he slowly stroked her, then got a worried expression.  

“It’s too big.  I mean, I’ve heard all the talk with the other girls, and all that stuff in health class. But seeing it.”  She reached out, gripped it firmly, feeling it’s girth.  “I can’t even get my hand all the way around it.”

“You’ll stretch. The trick is…” as he stroked a bit higher up her slit, making her moan a little, her eyes getting a bit more distant and her forgotten hand stopped moving.  “You’ll be ready then.  You’ll want it inside you. It will hurt a bit at first, and then, it just won’t.  If we do it right.”

“And you’ll do it right for me, won’t you, Daddy?”  She looked down and away.  

Daddy…!  He thought. Oh, Heather…   

“Yes, Baby.  I’ll do you right.  When you’re ready.  Soon. “

“Is it ok if I call you Daddy, when we’re like this?” She asked, still with her eyes averted.

He lifted her chin, compelling her to meet his gaze.

“It makes me very happy, if it makes you happy.”

“It feels right.”

“And you can be my Baby.  Give me a kiss, Baby.”

“Ok, Daddy.”  This time she grinned, and leaned over for the kiss, as she reached out and took hold of his penis in her hand.

When they parted, she was breathless, as was he.  “So… about me… ”  he grinned.  She pouted, but turned back to her newfound toy.  

“Why don’t you give it a kiss?” he said.  

She looked at him like he was crazy.  “How… how do I kiss it?”

“It will be easier if you start with the side.”  She did, then looked back at him, seeing his pleasure.

Oliver was entranced as her lips made contact with his hard shaft.  She was so careful, so gentle. “Wet your lips, and try it again, with a little bit of your tongue too”.  

She did, feeling it jump again.  Seeing the expression in his face, she was encouraged. She leaned down and wrapped her mouth gently around it, letting her tongue lick over the tip experimentally.  She could hear the deep breath he took, knowing she was responsible for that.  She moved upwards, and she felt him tense. It gave her a feeling of power, which made her brave. Gripping the shaft firmly, she directed the tip past her lips, slowly inserting it as she stretched her mouth wide to accommodate. She peeked sideways at him, his eyes closed in concentration.

When he looked at her next, the sight of his cock partially concealed within her innocent coquettish mouth nearly caused him to come right then.

“Ohhh… Heather.  Yes.  That’s it. A little deeper Baby.”  

With a look of concentration, as she slid her lips further down, a contented sigh escaped him.  On instinct, she began to move her tongue, rubbing up against him, and he gasped and sighed each time she did.

“Oh honey… be careful with the teeth, it’s veerrry sensitive.”  

“Sooommmmmyyyyyy”  she apologised, then giggled around his manhood and proceeded to lick around him, with half of him now in her mouth.

“Try sucking a little”  And she did, and soon she realized that she could combine a rhythm of sucking, tongue movement, and bobbing that had him gasping with her every move.  

“Easy Heather… ease up a bit or I’ll come in your mouth.  If you’re not ready for that it’ll be aaaa….ah.. a bit of a shock for you.”  She obediently slowed down, and he relaxed a bit.

I’m in control of him!  I can make him feel good.  I can turn it down… or…   With a wicked grin, she suddenly sped up.

She sucked, licked, bobbed, faster and faster, her hands firmly anchored at the base of his shaft, and he felt himself tensing up for release.  He tried to warn her off, but realized he had no time.

“Ohhhh!  I’m going to come!  Unnnnggh!”  He felt one pump, then a second as the shaft stiffened and filled, and suddenly he was spraying into her mouth. Her eyes got big as saucers as she watched him beginning to come, feeling the ultimate rush of power she held.  But then just one second later, she also felt hot, gooey liquid pumping, filling her mouth.  Startled, she quickly disengaged from him, mouth full, looking left and right and not knowing what to do.  In a panic, she spat it out onto the sheets.  

His face was contorted.  “Honey?...   Daddy, are you ok?” she asked, worried.  

Finally he could speak again.  “Ok?  Oh, my god, honey.  You incredible wicked little thing.  Bet you weren’t expecting that were you.” He chastised playfully.

She looked around at the mess she’d made.  

He thought she looked positively beautiful with the remainder of the white tide running from her mouth, down her chin.  She wiped it off absently, then looked at the back of her hand.

“Don’t mind the mess right now, we can clean that all up.  After you make a man come like that, there’s two more little things that you can do to make him feel really good.”

“Yeah?” She was genuinely interested.

“First… take one hand and squeeze the upper side of my penis, from the base all the way up to the tip, like you’re squeezing out an empty tube of toothpaste.”

She did, his cock having deflated quite a bit and becoming more malleable and flexible.  She squeezed out the last of his come.  “Oh, yeah… that feels really good to be emptied out.”

“What’s the second thing?”

“Come here and kiss me.”

He hugged her to him, and she felt the sticky wetness that had landed on his torso squishing between them, onto her belly.  “You can get sticky with me.  That way we can go get a shower together.”   She laughed, and wrapped her legs around him as they kissed on the bed.  

Stripping his clothes off (but keeping the mask on)  they got into the shower together.  They got extra squeaky clean that morning.

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As they returned to their abandoned breakfast, toweling off, he wrapped a towel around his waist.  Surprising her, he sat down naked save the towel.  This too was new for Heather, he’d never been so visibly naked in her company.  Not to be outdone, she slipped into a pair of sheer panties, and nothing else.  Instead of making her feel nervous anymore, she felt incredibly… at ease.

I’ll bet it’s this way for married couples.  She had always fantasized about meeting a wonderful man, who would take her away from her old life, marry her, and they’d live happily somewhere in the suburbs.  

Oliver and I, a happily married couple.  Doing things happily married people do, just like I dreamed of. Sitting naked over breakfast after a morning of sex. Aahhh…..   A perfect married life for me.  And if we’re married, then it’s just right that I should do what a wife can do to make her man happy.

She ran her naked little toes up his leg, and he grinned at her and pulled his chair around so they could sit side by side as they finished their now soggy toast.  He found an interesting article and read it aloud to her, one arm around her as she leaned into him, head on his chest.