Kinky Girls Do ~ Bundle Two (5 page)

Tentatively, she clasped the 100ml tube, her
hand trembling from excitement. This was beyond what she had ever
imagined, yet it felt right and deliciously kinky all at
once.

“Give it to me,” he demanded again, steel
lacing his words. Looking down at his cock, Arianna could see why.
His head was a deep angry red, about the color she imagined her ass
to be.

Placing the cylinder in his hand,
she waited for his next command. It wasn’t long in coming. “Hop
onto the desk. That’s good. Now part your legs for me. Yes, such a
good pupil now aren’t you? I think I’ve discovered the secret. Be a
good girl and part those pretty pussy lips for me. I need to test
one more thing before my conclusion will be complete, and the extra
credit will do you good.”

Bracing her weight on her arms, Arianna half
reclined, half sat on the desk, her legs dangling from the edge.
Her pussy was spread before Neil, smooth shaven and glistening with
her arousal.

Gripping the cylinder so tightly his knuckles
showed white, Neil pressed the rounded tip against her opening and
lightly pushed. With a wet pop, it slipped in. Thrusting halfway
in, he stroked his cock with his other hand as Arianna collapsed
onto the desk, watching his fist work up and down his hard
length.

Whimpering and arching into the
mock dildo, she ground against his palm, sweet release within her
grasp. She barely registered him pressing a finger against her
ass-ring, or it slipping inside. Her insides turned to jello as
Neil subtly lubed her ass, while thrusting the pseudo-dildo in and
out of her pussy, teasing her by changing the pace, the raised
lines that marked each measurement scraping against her slick inner
walls. Sweet anticipation flooded her pussy with each thrust and
retreat.

Curling her nails into her palms, Arianna felt
tears of frustration spring to her eyes.

“Oh yes, sir,” she begged, “please? I promise
to do better, to listen in class and to do my homework. Please
sir?”

After pulling the cylinder from her quivering
pussy, he quickly pressed it against her ass-ring and pushed. Wet
with her juices and her bodies’ lubrication, it slipped in with
little resistance and the ridges along the side caused it to
stay.

Panting with lust, Arianna pleaded for him to
fuck her.

“Come here Ms. Bradford, it’s time for that
extra special credit.” The graduated cylinder sticking obscenely
from her ass, Arianna climbed off the desk and straddled his lap,
his cock rubbing against her pussy in a sinfully delicious
way.

“That’s it Ms. Bradford, slide down on my cock
like a good girl.”

While impaling herself on his
cock, Arianna reached behind her and manipulated the cylinder in
and out of her ass as she bounced up and down on his lap. The chair
creaked under the weight and force of their motions, but she didn't
care and doubted that Neil did either. They were lost in a world of
fantasy and passion, of classroom discipline and the taboo. He was
the teacher, she the student and physics was irrelevant to them
both.

All that mattered was the steady thrust of his
cock within her forbidden pussy.

“Yes Ms. Bradford,” Neil groaned, his voice
tight, “fuck my cock like the naughty girl you are. Tell me, I have
to know; what was so important last night that you didn’t do your
homework?”

Her pussy quivering with need, Arianna gasped
as the first ripples of her orgasm built.

“I was sucking my boyfriend off,”
she panted, “letting him come all over my breasts and face. Then,
oh god sir, yes like that, oh yeah then I let him eat my pussy
until I came.”

Arianna clenched her inner muscles tight as
Neil jerked within her, his orgasm a catalyst to her own. Squealing
her delight at the sticky warmth that invaded her body, Arianna
orgasmed. Her body limp, she collapsed against his chest, and
rocked slowly up and down, her body unconsciously driving towards
another, smaller orgasm.

As she quivered with the lingering traces of
euphoria, Neil reached down and slipped the pseudo-dildo from her
tender ass.

“Mmmm, so tell me Neil, what conclusion did
you reach?”

Chuckling, he wrapped his arms around her and
cuddled her against his chest.

“Well Arianna I think you liked it. Makes me
wonder about another fantasy of mine. See, there is this patient
that comes to me. She’s about to get married and needs her
prenuptial check up. I of course, being the concerned doctor
…”

* * *

Lydia pulled the top off her third pint of
Ben & Jerry's, and dug her spoon in. Licking the delicious
chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream from the underside of the
spoon, she slid it into her mouth and moaned softly. Although she
wasn't feeling much better, the sugar rush was helping some. She
hated feeling depressed on her birthday. Depressed, and dumped only
made it that much worse.

A hard pounding on her front door drew her
attention away from her comfort food. She sat there and listened to
the sound of a fist hitting wood, completely unwilling to get up
and see who it was.

"Lydia, open the door, dammit!"

Oh great, just what I
need. Good guy Shawn coming to my rescue. Shawn, who I have been
lusting over since before I started dating
Smucko
, she thought to herself, before
hollering "Go away!"

"Not until I make sure that you're all
right."

Grimacing, she set down her ice cream and
headed to the door. She paused along the way to pull her robe on
over her pajamas. Unlocking it, she swung it open and confronted
her unwanted visitor. "I'm alive. You happy now?"

"Nope." Typical of his take charge behavior,
Shawn shouldered past her into the living room. Lydia watched in
shock as he plopped down onto her sofa and picked up her ice cream.
"Cookie dough. My favorite."

It was him dipping her spoon into her ice
cream that drew Lydia out of her stupor. "That's mine!" she snarled
as she yanked it from his hands. Shawn let the ice cream go, only
to clasp her hips in his large hands and pull her into his lap.

"There, now that I've got your attention,
tell me what happened."

Lydia struggled to get up, but weakened by a
day of crying and heartache, she soon gave up and settled into the
warmth and comfort her friend offered. "He broke up with me."

"I know that part. He told me at the gym.
When he told me that he left you crying, and laughed about it, I
hit him."

"He laughed about it?" If anything, it made
her feel worse. Struggling to hold back the fresh tears, she
scooped another spoonful of ice cream up and licked it off the
spoon.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have told you that."
Shawn pulled the ice cream from her hands and set it aside before
he continued. "It made him feel like a big man or something.
Although all of the guys were fairly pissed at him, and I know if I
hadn't, several of them would have hit him themselves."

"I'm glad you hit him," she mumbled against
his chest as she burrowed into his warmth. Although her
relationship has just ended, it wasn't the fact that it was over
that hurt; it was how much she had misjudged her ex. She knew she
would get over him, but wasn't sure how long it would take her to
trust a new guy.

"So, what happened?"

Shawn's warm hand clasped the back of her
neck, tipping her head to the side, and then he ran his fingers
through her hair. She wanted to melt into him, it felt so good.

"We had a fight. He called me a sexual
deviant and he wanted nothing to do with me."

"You? A sexual deviant?" Lydia could feel
the rumble of his laughter deep in his chest. "You're too sweet to
be a deviant, sexual or otherwise."

Hysterical laughter bubbling within her,
Lydia retorted, "I thought so too. But evidently I am."

"Just what is it you wanted to try?"

Her cheeks hot, Lydia burrowed further
against his chest, inhaling deeply of Shawn's cologne. Just his
scent was enough to get her hot, it always had. "I don't want to
talk about it."

His hand left her hair and moved to her
chin, cupping it and forcing her head up. Lydia struggled to meet
his gaze, even as she wished he would just let the whole thing
drop.

"Since when have we had secrets from each
other?" If only he knew just what all I am keeping secret, she
thought.

"It's too embarrassing." Lydia imagined
Shawn's gaze peering into her soul as he continued to just look at
her.

Pulling away from his hand, she dipped her
chin to her chest and sat up, bending her legs and wrapping her
arms around them. "Since it's my birthday he asked if I had
anything I wanted to try. And I told him that I wanted him to
dominate me."

"Pardon?" Shawn asked, his voice
cracking.

Lydia smiled sadly. "I didn't want him to
hurt me, or anything like that. I just wanted him to dominant me.
Tie me up, spank me, and maybe some light role-play. I just wanted
to feel helpless, completely at his mercy. And he did ask..."

Despite clearing his throat, Shawn's voice
was still raspy when he spoke. "And was it just him you envisioned
doing this? Or is it a fantasy of yours and you were willing to let
him play the part?"

"Just let him, I guess. He's not exactly the
overpowering type. But I was willing to settle for him, if he'd at
least consider it."

"And let me guess, when you told him, he
freaked, right?"

Lydia nodded, completely miserable. Now that
he had forced the answer out of her, Shawn probably thought she was
a freak, too.

As his hand cupped her chin, she tried to
resist, but he gently prevailed, forcing her gaze up to meet his.
"He wasn't the right man for you, Lydia. He's not man enough for
you. You intimidated him."

She couldn't believe it, instead of pushing
her away; he was trying to make her feel better. Maybe he didn't
think she was such a freak.

"Look at you, a successful entrepreneur with
your own advertising company, and you're just twenty-five. The only
thing he ever started on his own was a lemonade stand in elementary
school. And that failed miserably."

A giggle escaped before she could control
it. In answer, Shawn's lips curved into a grin. "It's true. We got
drunk one night and he told me all about it. Showed me pictures his
mom took, too. And that's another problem, he's a momma's boy. He
probably needed you to dominate him, not hand the reins over to
him."

Remembering all the times that she had had
to take control, she nodded.

"Well, there you have it. What you need is a
man who is secure enough in his masculinity to be willing to let
you dominate, and to fulfill your fantasies, including letting you
submit to him. And I know the perfect guy for you."

"You do?" Afraid of which one of his friends
he was going to try to set her up with, she almost didn't ask. She
didn't want one of his friends. She wanted him.

"Yeah, I do." Without any warning, his head
swooped down and his lips pressed against hers. Unconsciously, her
lips parted beneath his, allowing his tongue entrance into her
mouth. All too quickly, it was over. "Me."

Lydia giggled again, hoping she hadn't heard
him wrong; her ears were still ringing from that kiss. But afraid
to act in case she had.

"Let me prove it to you."

Still shocked, she just nodded.

"Run."

"Wha-at?"

"Get up off of my lap, and run. And when I
catch you, I expect you to put up a fight."

On shaky legs, Lydia stood and moved around
the couch. Like a deer caught in headlights, she remained there,
waiting for him to move. His head whipped around, his gaze locking
on her. She wasn't certain what she saw in his eyes, but it had
never been there before. He looked almost—feral.

"I. Said. Run," he bit out and stood.

With a shriek, Lydia took off, running out
of the living room, her bathrobe flaring around her hips. She
turned the corner and paused, peeking back into the living room in
time to see him leap off the couch and move across the room like a
panther, stalking his prey.

Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood
stairs as she hurried up, Shawn hot on her heels. As she reached
the top, she could hear his breath right behind her. He reached out
a hand, and she barely darted away, pushing into her office and
slamming the door.

Shawn pounded on the door, then tried the
knob. As the door swung open, he was wearing a triumphant grin.
Lydia backed away from him as he crossed the room towards her. This
wasn't the Shawn she knew, the calm and controlled gentleman.