I woke up early, sunlight pushing through the feeble barrier provided by pale yellow curtains. I was lying on a double bed in a strange room, and for a moment I wondered where I was.
Then it came back to me.
I was at my teacher's house, Mr. Wild. I had found a sordid and sexy video he had starred in before he became a teacher, and used it to blackmail him into becoming my very own sexy cock-slave. I looked over, and he was lying next to me, his face still wearing make-up which was a little dry. His newly-dyed brunette hair surrounded his head on the pillow.
I looked down.
His chest was hairless, right down past the navel, where the sheet covered him. Lower, a stocking-clad leg protruded from under the covers.
I grinned, and gently slipped out from the far side of the bed. I padded through to the bathroom for a slash, and then jumped into the shower for a wash.
Ten minutes later, I was dry, and came back to the bedroom. My teacher was still lying asleep in bed. Even with the overnight makeup, he looked very sexy. I can't deny that a big butch man is damned sexy, but my personal preference is a more androgynous look. Maybe that's because I'm really bi, and I love women's bodies too. Last night, I spent about half the time thinking of him as Mr. Wild, and the other half seeing him as a 'her', the sexy Charlotte.
He was definitely a he at the moment though. There was a definite bulge at his midriff, poking through the thin sheet. I smiled, and went to pick up the video camera set up in the corner of the room. I took out the memory disc, replacing it, and set up the tripod so the camera was looking closely at Mr. Wild. Once it was set up, I went to pick up the still camera, and turned it on, taking a couple of shots.
Gently, I reached out and lifted the cover, pulling it back over his body.
In a few moments, I had revealed his hard cock, a slim white snake coiled up in his naked crotch. Not a whisper of hair was left on his cock and balls, carefully stripped at the spa yesterday. Below the sexy sight of his nude crotch, he still wore the creamy-white stockings from yesterday.
Nice.
I took a few more shots, both at a distance, and right up close. Man, these were good. But I had even sexier pictures in mind.
I reached out, gently taking his semi-hard cock between my fingers, and stroking it back and forth. It quickly grew to a proud but slim six inches, uncut, the glans pressing out through his foreskin like a flower bud.
I stepped back and took a few more pictures of him lying there, the zoomed in close on his stiff cock. I didn't just play with my camera for long. Putting it down, I reached out for the stiff shaft and bent forward, sliding my mouth over the swollen head.
With my hand, I kept stroking the stiff shaft as I swished my tongue around the head of my teacher's cock, savouring the salty taste of his cum. Softly, he moaned, and his legs parted as he rolled onto his back.
I kept the hard shaft in my mouth, teasing the tip with my tongue as I stroked the end with my hand. Resting on my belly, I brought my other hand around, and began to caress his balls. Obviously now awake, Mr. Wild moaned again, and I felt his hands gently rest on the back of my head.
Bobbing back and forth, I momentarily released his cock to wet my forefinger in my mouth before diving back onto the salty treat. A moment later, my wet finger was pressing against his anus.
Mr. Wild's stocking-clad legs parted as wide as they would go, allowing my finger to press deep into his bottom without resistance. I pumped it back and forth as best I could, a little awkwardly due to my position on the bed. Nevertheless, it was obviously pleasant for Mr. Wild, who began groaning with pleasure.
After a couple of minutes, I could feel his anus contracting around my finger, and his cock swell as his orgasm approached. His back arched as his orgasm surged through him, and his cock filled my mouth with jet after jet of warm cum.
I kept my mouth full, letting his cock slide out, and slid along his body, over the heaving chest, and pressed my lips against his.
As he kissed me back, our lips parted, and I let the mouthful of sperm slide from my mouth into his. His eyes bulged, but he took the mouthful obediently, swallowing his sperm without a murmur. I knelt back between his legs, and licked my palm with the last of his slimy sperm, reaching down to transfer it to the hard thick shaft erupting from my crotch.
Mr. Wild stared at me with deep blue eyes, breathing hard. He looked nervous, horny and confused all at once - I loved it! So sexy!
I reached down, pulling his legs up in front of me, pushing them back towards his chest until his ass began to lift off the bed. With his feet now up on my shoulders, I reached down to my cock, placing it at the entrance to his tight butt.
He whimpered, eyes fearful but longing, but didn't move away as I pressed my stiff come-soaked shaft deep into his dark passage. We groaned together, both enjoying the tightness of his anus around my thick shaft.
Mr. Wild lay back and closed his eyes in wanton surrender as I thrust again and again deep into his ass. Pressing against his thighs, I looked down at him, then over at the camera recording his hard fucking.
"Open your eyes," I ordered him. He obeyed me, looking up with eyes bursting with passion, clearly almost delirious with pleasure. I told him to look over to the window, and he finally saw the camera filming his debauchery.
His face fell a little, but he didn't protest. After staring at the camera for several seconds, he just closed his eyes and lay back again, getting lost in the pleasure I was giving him.
I decided to let him enjoy himself a little longer, but after a minute, I pressed him.
"God you're tight!" I said. "I'm loving this. Loving fucking your tight ass. Are you loving it? Tell me if you're loving it..."
His lips parted a moment, as if to speak, but he stopped. I wasn't going to let him away with that!
"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, slowing down my rapid jerks into long slow thrusts in and out of his rectum. "Do you want me to stop fucking you?"
"N...no!" he cried eventually, eyes screwed shut.
"What was that? I didn't hear you."
"NO! Please don't stop!" he cried.
"You want me to keep fucking you?"
"Yes! Please keep fucking me," he gasped, hands clutching at the bed sheets in desperation as he got closer to another climax. I wasn't even touching his cock, now hard again between his thighs and belly.
"Are you my little girl?"
"Yes! I'm your... Your little girl... I'm....aaaaaaah!" he cried out as he came again. I stopped thrusting, but the feeling of his ass contracting around my cock was too much, and I erupted myself, spurting my hot cum deep inside him.
We jerked and bucked together with pleasure, and then held an odd tableau for several seconds, me pressing hard into his ass as I looked down at his helpless features.
