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If you like the story visit my free web site: www.callsummer.com Sitting beside Tony, she felt so alive. She glanced at him as he drove his vintage Corvette, his dark hair tosseled by the wind. He was tall and slender, with an air of confidence and command. When Tony looked at her, she felt that she was sinking into the deep pools of his eyes, dark and mesmerizing eyes. She noticed his hands tightened on the wheel as he took the ‘Vette through a series of switchback turns as the car carried them up the mountain to his cabin. "His hands are so strong," she thought to herself, "so strong and so masterful." The turns completed, Tony reached over and squeezed Sarah's hand. Sarah smiled and watched his hand upon hers. His large strong hand nearly hiding her small hand made her feel chills of anticipation. How she wanted his touch! To feel his strength, his mature command. She smiled again and closed her eyes and, as the wind tossed her long blonde hair, let the abandon of this almost reckless ride in his convertible carry her thoughts away. From the first day of classes she had felt herself drawn to Tony. Most of her professors were older, more staid, and, while they were friendly, Tony made a point of getting to know his students personally. Every Thursday the class would meet for pizza and beer at the Rathskeller, the noisy, friendly bar only a block away from the Lit. Building. Zack had been her boyfriend then. Poor Zack! Handsome and boyish, too boyish for Sarah. The hurried couplings she had shared with Zack, hoping her roommate wouldn't wake up as Zack pumped his rod into Sarah, were nothing compared to what this adventure with Professor Tony Scioletta promised to be! Adventure! Yes, that is what this weekend would be! A sensual adventure such that she had been dreaming of all her life. Tony could sense her dissatisfaction with Zack and surely, confidently, led her to this weekend. They had studied the Romance poets and, at the bar and, later, in private meeting in his office, he had shown her other poems. More graphic poems that dealt with the surrender that makes love into Love, and turns passion into a totality of Pleasure. And now, as he pulled up to his hidden cabin, her passion could blossom under his instruction. The early evening passed quickly, teasing touches and light kisses, playful words and glances. At dinner he fed her like a child, cutting her steak and bringing it to her waiting lips, telling her she may want to get used to eating without the use of her hands. She took it as a joke but, still, it made her feel an anticipation for whatever other games he may have in mind for them. They enjoyed wine together after supper and the mountain air made the fire seem cozy and comfortable. They caressed each other and soon she was melting in his arms. His kisses were forceful and his hands confident as they explored her thru her dress. Then Tony stood and, reaching for her hand to help her rise from the couch, said, "Come with me, Sarah." Tony led her into his bedroom, holding her hand, leading her like a small, unsure child. And that is how she felt, small and in need of his direction. Once in his room she kept her eyes downcast, not knowing why, only knowing that somehow it would be expected of her, that this man would want to see her like this, unconsciously submissive. "Sarah? Child? Remove your clothing for me, my sweet." Already barefoot, she reached behind herself, slowly opened the zipper and then let her dress fall around her feet. She stepped from the mound of rumbled fabric and Tony said, "Now raise you arms around your head, my pet." Sarah lifted her slender, graceful arms above her head and crossed her wrists. Tony admired her body. Sarah stood absolutely naked and passive before his gaze. Her slender 5'8" body was pleasantly curvaceous. Her 36d breasts with small dark nipples ridding high on her mounds were dramatically displayed by her pose. Her waist tapered before flaring to become perfect 36" hips and, nestled between her pale thighs, her love mound was lightly veiled by her pale blonde hair. Tony cupped a breast, then tugged roughly at her nipple, bringing a gasp from Sarah. Walking behind her he ran his hands down her back to her ass and slightly spread her cheeks. Sarah didn't move, allowing, wanting this forceful man to inspect her and wanting him to find her worthy. Worthy of what? Of his desire, of his love, of his possession. She needed to be possessed by this man. Needed, deep inside of her, to be totally the object of his attentions, whatever that might entail. Whatever he might demand. Behind her, Sarah heard Tony moving about and saw, as he again returned to in front of her, that he had disrobed. She sighed as she saw his body. Tony was slender but very muscular. He stood 6'2" and had thick dark chest hair. His hair obscured his chest and ran down his stomach to his pubic hair; it, too, was thick and dark. But his pubic hair did not hide his manhood. Proudly it stood erect, proud and virile and almost frighteningly thick. Her legs started to buckle as she looked at his erection, then, somehow knowing her place was to remain in the pose she had been placed in, she controlled her body and remained standing. What she really wanted to do was to fall to her knees and worship at the feet and cock of this man. Sarah had several lovers, and some of them had been generously endowed but, none had the cock that Tony possessed. Ten inches of hard, thick manhood and, the cockhead was already a deep crimson, almost purple in its anger. Tony went to Sarah and stroked her body, fondling and squeezing her full, firm breasts, biting her lips and roughly pulling her head back by her hair to kiss her deeply and long. Tony circled her twice and then, standing behind her, pulled her arms down and behind her and she heard a ‘click' and felt her wrists encircled by steel. Sarah was startled and tried to bring her hands around but she was securely handcuffed. Tony pulled her arms straight, painfully, and said, "Now my pet, don't struggle. This is what we came here for, isn't it?" Within herself Sarah had to admit it had been the reason she had agreed to this weekend at this very secluded cabin. Not that she had imagined handcuffs, but she had wanted to be in this masterful man's power, to be his pampered plaything, to be HIS. And she couldn't deny that this new feeling of being controlled, and being on display for him, was making her hot. The moisture gathering at the folds of her pussy could not be denied. She could even smell her own heat. He ran his hands down her arms and then along her back and flanks. He reached around her, pressing his hard cock between her ass cheeks, and roughly handled her pussy lips, pulling and spreading them and then shoving his fingers into her wet crevice. God, how she wanted him in her! Her legs felt weak and she felt dizzy as he probed her, and her pelvis started to move in response. Tony laughed when he felt her eager response and pulled his hands away. "No, no, my pet, you haven't yet proven yourself worthy of that!" Returning to a position behind Sarah, he bound her upper arms together with twine, tight and tighter he pulled them together until she was gasping and sure he would dislocate her shoulders. When he heard her gasp he pulled her hair hard and bit her neck. "Don't make a sound, bitch, or we're finished before we start." Sarah didn't want that! She didn't want to miss finding out what this man had in mind for her. "Now kneel, bitch, forehead on the floor and ass in the air!" Sarah tried to lower herself with her customary grace but without her arms for balance she toppled forward and her head bumped the floor hard. Tony admired her body, her lovely pear-shaped ass turned so nicely for his view, the dimples above her ass so nicely displayed, her slender back hidden by her bound arms. Sarah's hair fell around her head as her face ground into the soft rug. Tony knelt behind her and probed her pussy again, and again she responded to his toying with her so vulnerable intimate places. His fingers wet with her juices, he circled her asshole and then started to probe her there too. This was new to Sarah and it hurt her, but she would not let Tony know that by crying out. She could not disappoint him by not submitting. She was his, and she wanted him to teach her, instruct her, in the things that gave him pleasure. And soon she felt pleasure too, as her sphincter muscles relaxed and the fingers stroking and spreading--------no FUCKING------her ass began to feel good. Very, very good. Now she felt the probing fingers leave her tight ass and then she felt more rough twine. This time tying first her ankles, and then her thighs tightly together. Then Tony grabbed her bound arms and hauled her to her feet, she couldn't help but cry out as he pulled her up. In response, Tony cooed into her ear, "Did that hurt, my little cunt?" And then he grabbed her right breast and pulled and twisted her nipple until she cried out again. The sudden pain shocked her and intensified the heat inside of her. She had never thought that pain could be so sensual, could bring the juices running down her thighs, could make her need more. But it did. As she felt Tony lift her bound arms higher and then fasten them to a chain attached to the ceiling, she felt a release. A release of passion, a sense of freedom. This man, this tall, strong, hard man knew what she had needed for so long, knew what she longed for. He would use her, yes. And the using would be hard. But in that using, that taking of what he wanted, she would be free. Tony fastened her arms to the chain so that she had to stand on her tiptoes to keep the pain in her shoulders from becoming too fierce. Slightly bent forward so that her large breasts hung swaying from her body. He stood back to admire the new toy that had given herself to him. He had known! Yes, he had known from the first nite at the bar with the rest of the class, talking about poets and then about the private erotic poetry of the master's, that this young woman, so lovely, so sexy, needed to be taught. He had known that, in order to bring out the untapped depths of her sensuality, she needed to be possessed and used. Her long blonde hair, now becoming damp with her sweat as she fought to turn the pain to pleasure, hung over her face. Her legs, taunt on her toes to relieve the pressure, were so well formed, so delectable. Her ass was so round and firm. Yes, this bitch had given herself into his hands, and his hands, and cock, would find use of her fine young body. And her mind would be his too. Standing behind her, Tony saw her love mound framed by her thighs so tightly bound. He needed her now! Grabbing her hips he forced his huge, angry cock between her cunt lips. He pressed hard and finally, as she cried out in pain and need, he slipped partially inside of her hot, wet, tight cunt. With each stroke, each hard push at her bound and helpless body, his cock forced itself further into her body. Inching further and further as her cunt managed to stretch to accommodate his meat. Tears fell upon her breasts as he pummeled her pussy. His hands moved her hips back and forth as he fucked her, he grunted with animal pleasure as he took her. It was so good for Sarah! So good, so filling, his cock burning in her pussy, tearing at her soft folds. As he neared release, Tony grabbed her full breasts and pulled and twisted them. As if he was trying to tear them from her body he used them. And the burning pain sent her over the edge and Sarah began to climax. Her body spasamed, her cunt milked at his meat, and she screamed in ecstasy. As her cum flowed freely around his rod and spilled from her cunt to run down her thighs, the extra lubrication allowed Tony's cock to slide fully into her contracting pussy. And Tony came. Squeezing her tits as hard as he could Tony's cock erupted into Sarah's cunt. His sperm pumped into her again and again as he satisfied himself in her body. Finished with her for now, Tony pulled from her pussy and released her arms. He caught her in his arms as she collapsed and carried her to his bed. In his arms, his strong arms, she sobbed her thankfulness and snuggled and slept in her sexual exhaustion, satisfied, finally satisfied. Tony let her sleep, legs still bound, his cum seeping from her abused cunt. "Later," he said to himself, "later I will teach her how to always be ready for my use, how to service me properly." And he knew she would be eager to be taught. -- If you enjoyed this work, take a moment to email the author. Your comments are their only payment. 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