Message-ID: <15192eli$9809110133@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Don Winslow Subject: My Teacher, My Pet, Part 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <3.0.5.16.19980904082444.33d74980@nauticom.net> From: "Don Winslo" dwin2001@Yahoo.com Subject: {Winslow} My Teacher, My Pet, Part 4 (m/F, D/s) Newgroups: alt.sex. stories. moderated, alt. sex. stories Content_type:text/plain _______________________________________________________________________ Note: all fictional characters portrayed in the following work of fiction are at least 18 years of age, or 19, or older if local officials wish them to be. ___________________________________________________________________ My Teacher, My Pet Part 4 Don Winslow He knew she'd do it, at least he was pretty sure she'd do it, but he was still pleased to see that she opened the door wearing the clothes he wanted her in: the silvery blouse made of that shiny silky material, loosely-fitted, with wide billowy sleeves and snug wristbands. The flat pointed collar lay open, the two top buttons left undone to reveal a small vee of smooth lightly-tanned skin looped by a pair of thin silver chains. The narrow black skirt fell hung straight on her trim lines, its hem riding just below the knee. Her outfit completed by the tinted stockings and sleek black pumps. He looked her up and down, and she noted the approval in his eyes. Dressed up as for work, she had obviously spent some time on lipstick and makeup. Her hair was neatly in place, an even layer of bangs across her brow and a helmet of soft blond that fell in a slight incurve to kiss her collar; he caught a whiff of her perfume, as she leaned forward, stretching up to greet him with a kiss. He saw that she was wearing the glasses she usually wore at school. She looked the perfect model of the proper school teacher. "Hi, Ms Parker. You look real nice today," he teasingly complimented her, using the same words he had used in their brief confrontation in the hallway at school. And she warmed and smiled at him, a little nervously. "Thank you, Keith." He reached out and touched her on the left breast, letting his fingers lightly trace the bulging shape through the layers of the slick blouse and the underlying brassiere she had on, as he looked into her eyes. "I think you should call me 'Sir.' Now try again." He watched her work her pursed lips, curl the bottom one biting down softly on it with two small white teeth. Behind the disks of her glasses, her deep brown eyes turned soft and mellow as she gazed at him. "Thank you,....Sir," she whispered. "That's better. Now, let's get started. Do you like to dance, teacher?" ****** Keith had cleared away the furniture to form a space in the center of the livingroom rug. As was their habit, the curtains were already closed, and the room in semi-darkness, but Keith set about arranging the lamps, tilting the shades so that, like twin spotlights, they cast a pool of light on the very center of the room. He slid the CD he had bought into the stereo, and punched the start button, before settling back comfortably in the big overstuffed chair. The music came on low and muted, the slow sensual wail of a solo sax, joined gradually by a jazz trio. It was boozy, raunchy music; the languid, sexy music of the topless bars with their parades of nude dancers. Melissa Parker stood fully dressed in the middle of her livingroom, looking down on the tousle-haired boy in the T-shirt and jeans who had extracted his naked penis, and was now fingering it openly, grinning up at her, as the stripper's music settled into the slow heavy beat of an unmistakable bump and grind. She knew what he wanted. Knew what she must do. She had no choice. "Go on, teacher. Do it. Let me see you dance!" Moving slowly and deliberately, the young blonde removed her glasses, and then took off the thin sliver chains, and finally her watch band, placing each item separately on the endtable under the nearby lamp. She took a deep breath, and staring off into space over the head of her seated lover, she started to move, in an almost disembodied way, swaying in time to the music. Keith was absently fingering his semi-rigid cock, with his eyes on the swaying figure of his teacher who moved her body but stood in place in her high heels. Her hips swung from side to side, and her shoulders began a slight wiggling motion, as she closed her eyes. He saw her hands come up to her collar, where her nervous fingers began to work open the row of small black buttons down the front of her blouse, staring a widening gap that revealed her front and her gently sloping shoulders, the delicate traces of the collarbone the smoothly contoured chest and the tops of those sexy breasts of hers, taut bulges snugly encased in the filigreed cups of a navy blue brassiere. She tugged the blouse free of the skirt, unbuttoned the cuffs, then slipped the loosened blouse from her shoulders. Now her long blond lashes fluttered down, and her face took on a dreamy sort of expression as the girl let the slippery blouse slither down her extended arms behind her, only to gather it up, and not knowing what to do with it, simply letting it fall to the floor at her feet. "Come on, dance for me teacher! Get that skirt off! I want to see you dance!" he ordered, his increasing impatience quite evident. And now the woman who had been standing in place and moving only her hips, a bit self consciously at that, began to make a series of short shuffling steps, her legs moving in the narrow skirt, wiggling, as she tried a little dance for him, throwing in a bit of the sashaying moves she thought a stripper might make, while she reached behind her to find the catch of her skirt. It took a few little bit of blind fumbling, but she soon had the skirt undone and, the little zipper opened. Once loosened, the sagging skirt slid halfway down the girl's swaying hips, and assisted by a girlish shimmy and a tug on either side, the snug skirt fell to the carpet in a crumpled heap. He watched her lift each shoe in turn, to step free of the fallen skirt, and nudge it aside with a pointed toe. Under the skirt, Melissa had worn a half-slip. The silken sheath was also made of deep navy blue satin like the matching bra, its generous lacy hem hanging to just above her knees. Next, her hands went up behind her to find the catch of at the back of her brassiere, but he stopped her. "No! The slip. Take off the slip!" She stared down at him and her hands went obediently to her waist as she hooked her thumbs into the thin elastic and lifting each knee, bent forward to free her shoes of the slippery satin she held bunched in her hand. He watched her toss the slip aside with a cavalier flip of the wrist. He grinned to himself; Melissa seemed to be getting into the role. As she straightened up, his eyes took in the splendid sight of Melissa Parker in her underwear. Two skinny straps looped her nude shoulders suspending the brassiere that cradled her bulging breasts: a delicate piece of lingerie; embroidered lacy cups made of darkly shiny satin, that snugly cradled her highset bosom. Melissa kept herself fit with regular workouts, as was evident from one look at that flattened belly, the skin taut drawn over the traces of her hips. The pantyhose she wore smoothened the sleek contours of her haunches and molded those slim, shapely legs. The low riding panties that banded her hips were clearly visible under the hazy stretch of black clingy nylon. She looked to him with an inquisitive look, and he nodded. Moving slowly now, twisting her shouders in time to the music and wiggling her lower body in slow sensual undulations, she reached behind her to find the clasp of the bra and leaning forward, let it drop into her cupped hands, spilling her tits, to fall into place and settle with a slight wobble. Brushing the shoulderstraps down over her shoulders, she gathered up the tangle of ribbons and lace flung it to one side with increased abandon. Now she paused, standing perfectly still for a moment, straightening up, posing for him, letting him appreciate her newly exposed breasts as they hung free. She was gratified to see it in his eyes -- the look of approval he gave to the jaunty curve of her sexy tits: , taut skinned, softly conical, with just a bit of sag to them, they move with a slight jiggle, jutting out invitingly toward him with roseate tips that were slightly uptilted. The nipples, pointing slightly outward of center, stuck out proudly, as though inviting the sampling hand, the worrying lips, the sucking mouth. Keith's fingers tightened on his upright prick and he rubbed himself, hard. His gaze went from her naked breasts to her face. The young blond woman was looking down at him through narrowed eyes, her gaze directed at the hand that tightened on his naked prick. A thin smile played over her lips as she thought of what she must look like. Her breasts seemed heavy. She could feel their weight, their heaviness, their swaying fullness. And she knew that her nipples had expanded and were thickened and stiff with the excitement that comes from the realizing that she stood bare-breasted before the boy lover, who was also her master. "Go on... the pantyhose," he hissed. Melissa went over to perch her nyloned bottom on the edge of the coffeetable. He watched her breast sway forward as she reached down to slip off her pumps. The pantyhose were next. She worked the clingy nylon down over her hips, lifting her bottom to pull it free, peeling the elastic nylon down her extended leg, pulling the stretching stockings off her feet, tossing the pantyhose aside, to join the growing pile of clothing on the carpet. Seeing the lithe blonde standing barefoot on the rug, tall and slender in only her low slung underpants, gave Keith a tremendous rush. She stood there staring at him, and she seemed to have forgotten the music. But as much as Keith felt the urge to take her, right then and there, falling on her on the livingroom rug, he was enjoying the striptease too much to stop now. The syrupy moan of the solo sax was now powered by the throbbing rhythm of a snare drum, a hiss and snap that punctuated a sexy bump and grind. He had slip her bare feet back into her pumps, and beckoned her over to take her place once more, in the center the makeshift spotlights. "Come here teacher. Let me see those tits of yours," he said, reaching over to turn up the music. Keith knew all about topless bars. Once he was with a couple of guys who actually got to sneak into such a place, a real dive way that looked like a barn, way out on a dark country road. They didn't get to stay very long before the bouncer had jostled the under-aged patrons back out on the gravel parking lot; but they were in there long enough to see the nude dancers gyrating on stage as they huddled in the shadows of the doorway. Those girls were pretty, but none of them could compare to his favorite schoolteacher. And she as putting on a show just for him! "Bend down, show me those tits of yours." The tall blonde leaned forward, allowing the hanging pendants of her breasts to swing out, as she bent over to cup them as if in offering. The nipples stuck out, pink and saucy. She felt a wave of heat pass over her as she held herself like that, cupping her firm tits and squeezing them out to him as she leaned over, offering her breasts to the boy who sprawled back on the chair, still clad in his blue jeans, but with the front of his pants open, his solid erection waving at her, as he played with himself and watched his sensual teacher offering her body to him like a common whore. "Yeah, that's nice teacher, real nice. Now put your hands behind your head, and stick out them boobs. Let me see them," he managed to get out, in a voice husky with passion. The blond girl straightened and raised her arms, arching up and bringing her uplifted breasts into greater prominence. With fingers laced behind her head, she closed her eyes; her tongue peeked out to quickly rim her lips. "Go on, shake those things," he urged gleefully. Keith was clearly enjoying himself, though he took his hand away from his primed and ready manhood, lest there be a premature discharge of his weapon. He sat back with legs spread, his bare cock sticking up and throbbing with readiness. She couldn't help but notice the little jiggly movements he gave to his prick, as she looked down on him through lowered eyes, wiggling her shoulders and sending the jellied mounds shaking merrily. "All right," he crowed. "Now make 'em jiggle! Come on, I want to see those titties jiggling," he called out, cranking up the music one more notch. The thumping of the sensual rhythm pulsated through the room as Keith's private topless dancer began jerking her shoulders up and back thrusting out her chest in bucking undulations causing her frisky tits to dance and quiver liquidly. He had her bend down, with hands braced on her knees and shake her dangling tits, twisting her shoulders to cause them to jiggle most delightfully right before his eyes. Keith loved every minute of it. "Great teacher! You put on a damn good show!" there was sincere admiration in his voice. "Now, hop up and down for me. I want to see them bounce." By now Melissa would have done whatever he wanted. She thought of herself, of the picture she must be presenting as she hopped on one foot, causing her slightly floppy tits to bounce up and down in a lewd manner of an exotic dancer. It was wild. It was crazy. But she loved it! Keith had his hand back on his cock. He couldn't help himself. He was stroking his manhood, in slow hard pulls as he watched those bouncing tits. "That's enough," he called, slowing the hopping girl to a stop. He watched her standing there, sweating lightly; breath coming in quick shallow gaps through partly opened lips. His eyes swept down her lean, supple torso, scanning the sleek plane of her taut belly, and playing across the silken scrap which spanned the shallow indentation between her sharp angular hipbones. Melissa's panties were made of shadowy mesh, with a reinforced front panel, a V-shaped wedge of opaque satin, that was already damp with a telltale stain of feminine dew. The forced strip tease, the flaunting of her beautiful naked body had gotten to her, as he knew it would. The moist fabric had become plastered to her vulva; the gentle mound with its pale pussyfur, and the neat tuck of her cleft, were all clearly visible through the clinging film. "Now take those cute little panties off....and do it right," he warned. "Slow and easy, just like the girls in the strip joints." Melissa's hands went to the thin elastic waistband of her frilly blue panties, but as she smiled down at him with lewd wicked grin, and slipped her thumbs into the front of her briefs, he stopped her. "No! Not like that. Turn around, and let me see your ass. I want to see your ass." he hissed insistently. His lewd words sent a shiver of lust through the topless girl. She knew what he wanted. She turned in place, slightly widened the stance of her high heels, and lowered herself to thrust back her rearend, providing her audience of one with a most delectable view of her pantied behind. Then she reached around in back and slipped her fingers into the lacy waistband and peeled the thin panties down over her jutting buttocks. Of course, by now Keith had seen her naked many times, and he knew every inch of that sleek blond body, but still he always got a special thrill when he had her slip off her panties, and this was even wilder! He watched as Melissa Parker's naked ass came into view: those pale, perfectly symmetrical domes, firm and high-set, and nicely separated by a precise shadowline. The descending panties were lowered down her thighs uncovering the blond-furred pouch of her underslung vulva, a happy sight that caused Keith's cock to jump for joy. She eased her panties down to the back of her knees and let them fall the rest of the way, to collapse in a silken puddle ringing her ankles. He watched her step out of her fallen panties, reaching down to pull the tangled underpants free of her pumps. Then she looked over her shoulder at him. Keith shook himself, suddenly aware of throbbing music. He wanted more; wanted the show to go on. "Come on, stick that thing out for me, and shake it...shake that thing!" With her hands once again braced on her knees, her bare ass protruding in his direction, his captive teacher started to wiggle her hips and then in time with the slow, moaning music she began to rotate her jutting bottom, making lewd, increasingly deep circles, sassy and brazen, enticing the guy with her bare ass, offered for his edification and amusement. "Yeahh, that's wild teacher; that's great!" Keith cried cheerily. "Now you can stop that ...and turn around, and dance a little for me. Yeah, dance! Let's see you go girl," he urged with a huge grin. She shuffled around and began bucking her pelvis in time to the beat of the music, her long thin body rippling to the surging beat. Suddenly, she felt awkward; a new wave of self-consciousness came over her and she seemed unsure of what to do with her hands. So he put them on her hips, and thrust her belly out at him. Keith's eyes were riveted on that undulating blond pussy, the triangle of pale fleece that started low on her belly, gradually thickening into a tangle of tufted curls just between her legs. The cleft of her modest pussy was visible, neatly tucked in the riot of fine curls. Her lover was mesmerized, captivated by that gyrating pussy, while the woman stood with hands on hips, shoving her sex towards him in regular thrusts of her slender loins. Through slitted eyes she looked down on him. His only movement was the slow, almost languid pulling on this cock, that he had started once again. He didn't say a word, but kept her at it, doing that obscene, lascivious dance of sexual offering, edging closer to his chair, till she was practically thrusting her pussy into his face. ****** Much later, after the most wild and passionate lovemaking they had ever experienced, the two lovers snuggled together on the sofa. Keith slipped an arm around her naked shoulders and drew the girl closer. He let his hand drift down to gently play with her right breast, cuddling the taut bulge with just the pads of his fingertips. "You put on quite a show, teacher. I think you should get a job as a dancer, part time of course," he snickered, "'cause I want you to stay put; right where I can see you every day. But you got all the right moves. Yah, you could be a pretty good stripper. You know that?" Melissa said nothing, but she smiled to herself. "Yeh," he went on, "when you shake those titties of yours like that, you can drive a guy wild, do you know that?" Melissa snuggled closer, eyes closed, feeling warm and cozy and wanted. You know it's a real shame to holster these babies," he continued, taking a nipple between his fingers and absently toying with the rubbery tip, rubbing it between his fingers as he talked. "Yes, sir, a real shame." Suddenly he straightened, as if struck by a novel idea. "Tell you what you're going to do, teacher. On Monday, when you go to school, I want to wear these same clothes, your 'schoolteacher clothes'." He grinned at her. "But no bra. I don't want you wearing a bra. When I see you in the hall on Monday, I want to know these floppy ol' tits of yours are completely naked under that pretty little blouse. It'll be our little secret. Now, you'll do that for me, won't you, teacher?" he asked in a perfectly charming voice. The sudden vehemence of the kiss she planted on his open mouth surprised the hell out of him. END OF PART 4 _____________________________________________ Copyright 1998, Don Winslow -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----