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n T-shirt and nothing else, as she has been instructed.
Inside the office, I am waiting and wet. I slip the dildo into its harness,
and then slide the free end into my pussy with a grunt. I tighten the buckles on
the straps which cup my ass and hips. I always love the look of the dildo thrusting up from my crotch.
Do men feel like this, I wonder? Apart from the dildo and its harness I am wearing a pair of stockings, a
bustier, and opera-length gloves. The room has been prepared. Several candles flicker on the shelves, making
my rubber cock cast shadows that would give old Sister Chang from high school nightmares. Hanging from assorted
hooks along the wall behind my desk are some toys: A thick strap called a strapple, a piece of bamboo cane, a
shiny pair of clamps (nipple or labia-oh no, the clothespins for naughty pussy lips are over there). Satisfied with
the arrangements, I call out: “Enter”. I cross my arms and stand facing the door with my feet apart. The door swings
open of its own accord. Susan enters with an old-fashioned candlestick. Her eyes are big, dark and a little fearful,
riveted to the jutting phallus between my thighs. I melt inside, wanting to hold her to me and tell her its all going
to be alright, that I’d never really hurt her. But I can’t-she needs to know that I am the one in control. Ordered to
place the candlestick on the desk, Susan attempts to straighten up. But I have a gloved hand firmly in her hair.
I push firmly downward. “You will enter this room only on your knees from now on, slave.” Obediently she kneels.
…End of the part3. To be continued..
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II wasn’t sure she was entirely unaware of the
effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait a
fter class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to m
e, making me feel flustered and hot.
And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that.
But damn it!-she was seventeen. Three years over the age of consent but nine years younger than
me. And, I thought, she couldn’t possibly have any idea of the sort of things that crept into my
head when she looked at me so insolently in class:
Susan Castle is standing outside my office door. She is
wearing a thin, long cotto
…End of the part3. To be continued..
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II wasn’t sure she was entirely unaware of the
effect she had on me, either. When I told her to wait a
fter class was dismissed she would deliberately stand too close to m
e, making me feel flustered and hot.
And horny. I was continually surprised and somehow angry at that.
But damn it!-she was seventeen. Three years over the age of consent but nine years younger than
me. And, I thought, she couldn’t possibly have any idea of the sort of things that crept into my
head when she looked at me so insolently in class:
Susan Castle is standing outside my office door. She is
wearing a thin, long cotto
…End of the part3. To be continued..
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