Monday, September 7, 2009

Sandon: The End

Dear readers,

this work of fiction has been suspended, well, more likely scrapped. The blog itself will likely be removed after a while. It's been good until it lasted. See you in world or in the blogsphere!

Fed

PS: the setting, the idea and the blog are open if someone would like to take them over - just contact me.

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Grace's visit at Prof. Rayna's office

[These events happen the day after Principal Perenti and Professor Ubik uses grace in the principal's office.]


Prof. Rayna: Hello, Grace I am glad that you could make it in such a short notice.


Prof. Rayna: So Grace, you might be wondering what I called you at my office.


Grace: Yes Sir


Prof. Rayna: Now, I had a very interesting evening reviewing the videos we found at Mr. Perenti's office. I took a copy of course.


Prof. Rayna: In addition, I have recorded the entirety of our yesterday's meeting with Mr. Perenti, using the webcam of his computer.


Grace blushes in embarrassment, knowing those are wicked videos of her engaged in various acts


Prof. Rayna: I am sure that these videos will be an excellent addition to your CV.


Grace stutters, "my..my CV Sir?"


Prof. Rayna: Of course, once you graduate from school and would be looking for a job you will have to write up one.


Prof. Rayna: Prospective employers will be contacting us for reference videos.. *coughs*.. I mean letters


Grace feels her heart sink


Grace: why are you doing this to me Sir?


Prof. Rayna: You do imagine the impact on your career that knowing of such video will have... I am doing this Grace, just for your own benefit.


Prof. Rayna: Therefore, I expect that you will be happy to comply with my instructions. Wont you?


Grace looks at the hard face of the professor, and nods. "Yes Sir..."


Prof. Rayna: And not only that but that you will be grateful for the time I am going to spend just for you to correct this badly shaped manners of yours.


Grace: yes Sir


Grace fidgets nervously


Prof. Rayna: Now Mr. Perenti told me that he had asked you to comply to a certain rule regarding underwear.


Prof. Rayna: Is that correct?


Grace: no, it was his predecessor Mr. Fairbanks, that made that rule up Sir


Prof. Rayna: I see, well perhaps this rule should be reinvoked, Grace. Being open will constantly remind you of the attitude that you should follow.


Prof. Rayna: Now please take of your underwear and leave them on this desk;


Grace: yes Sir..


Grace reaches below her skirt and tugs on her panties, taking them off


Prof. Rayna: There is an additional rule that you should follow. Whenever you sit .. you are to lift your skirt, so that your skin is in direct contact with the chair that you are sitting.


Grace lays the undergarment on the desk


Grace nods


Prof. Rayna: This will serve as a reminder even when in class. Do you understand?


Grace: yes I understand Sir


Prof. Rayna: Good, now the reason I called you today is to review some of my efforts toward the correcting of your manners.


Grace nods


Prof. Rayna: Also regarding Tom's case I think I told you yesterday that you might be facing some demanding requests.


Prof. Rayna: and that testing of your courage is required.


Grace: yes Sir


Prof. Rayna: are you, thus, ready to demonstrate this courage that will be required from you?


Grace: yes Sir, I am


Grace doesn't know what he has in store for her, but agrees anyway


Prof. Rayna thinks so lets is she indeed is, "Take off your top Grace"


Grace trembles but reaches behind to undo her top


Grace takes off the top of her cheerleading outfit


Prof. Rayna: I am glad that you comply without hesitation. The level of your compliance, will determine the quality of reference letters I will be writing for you in the future. You get my drift, don’t you Grace?


Grace feels very uncomfortable with the professor staring at her


Prof. Rayna: And take of your bra, as well. Let me have a closer look of your lovely figure.


Grace reaches behind and unhooks her bra, her face burning with shame


Prof. Rayna: You have very firm breasts Grace. You will not need to wear a bra whenever you are in class or visiting me or Mr. Perenti.


Grace: ohhh


Grace nods in embarrassment


Prof. Rayna: So that your top will exhibit better the shape of your bosom. You have a lovely one.


Prof. Rayna: Grace aren’t you aware that you should thank a person that pays you a compliment?


Grace does not know how to respond to the praise, until the man prods her. Reluctantly she replies, "Yes thank you Sir"


Prof. Rayna: I think that we will have hard work to do with forming your manners adequate for your professional career.


Prof. Rayna: Now turn around.


Grace: yes Sir..


Grace turns around slowly


Prof. Rayna: Step out of your skirt.


Grace feels violated but her fingers had to obey the man. Slowly, they unhook her skirt and let it fall to the floor


Prof. Rayna: I see Grace that your charms extend to the entirety of your body. You have an amazing ass.


Grace blushes at the compliment, and remembers to say, "Thank you Sir"


Prof. Rayna: Good good. Now let us see you well indeed you con follow some simple instructions.


Prof. Rayna: Place your palms on your asscheeks.


Grace does so


Prof. Rayna: You have a truly unique ass Grace, but it would be cruel not to provide a view of its every detail. Don’t you agree?


Grace feels on the verge of crying, so much the humiliation is for her


Prof. Rayna: Well Grace? I am waiting for an answer.


Grace: Yes Sir


Prof. Rayna: Then grab your asscheeks and part them so that you offer a view of every details of your derriere.


Grace suppresses a sob. Her palms grabs her asscheeks as she is told. She pulls them apart, feeling really ashamed


Prof. Rayna: Great Grace. I see that not only you have a excellent little butt, but it is also accompanied with one of the most beautiful rosebuds I have ever seen.


Grace: oh god...


Prof. Rayna: That is it, another compliment without the proper response from you. Later on I will not forget to provide you of a reminder for that.


Grace: Thank you Sir!


Prof. Rayna: I will later on make sure that you don’t forget again.


Prof. Rayna: Now lets us see this, unhesitant compliance of yours to instructions.


Grace: yes Sir


Prof. Rayna approaches her extending his arm and raises his thumb. He places his raised thumb in-between her parted asscheeks so that it barely touches her anus


Prof. Rayna: Now Grace I want you that you push back until my finger is completely inserted within you.


Grace has never felt so humiliated in her life, but she complies


Grace pushes her ass back and feels the man's thumb touching her sensitive anus


Grace shuts her eyes, and pushes her ass back further, but it seems impossible to do what the professor has asked


Prof. Rayna feels her tightness wrapping her around, but sees that she does not fully comply


Prof. Rayna: I said Grace the full extent of my finger to be inserted, do you need any help?


Grace grunts a little, "No sir.. I’m .. try..trying..."


Grace forces herself to open up, sticking her ass out


Grace feels the pressure at her anus, and increasing humiliation


Prof. Rayna holds Grace at the back of her neck implying that he will push her down to reach his instruction if she does not properly comply


Prof. Rayna: Well, Grace I am waiting


Grace pushes again with all her might against his thumb, and it goes in with a plop


Prof. Rayna draws a sinister smile on his face, "At last, Grace. That's better. You have a very tight and cute asshole. I am sure that Mr. Perenti as well as the rest of the staff will be thrilled to know"


Grace: oh god


Grace: please...


Prof. Rayna: Oh of course, I am going to bring it up in the next boarding meeting, perhaps also call you in for a little demonstration.


Grace: oh no!! please!


Grace: don't!


Prof. Rayna: Now, instead of pleasing and telling your professor what to do and what not, I think that you should indeed be more careful to remember something told you just a few minutes before pushing his thumb a bit in her


Prof. Rayna: Do you know what you forgot Grace?


Grace shakes her head


Prof. Rayna: Is this a yes or a no Grace?


Grace feels the uncomfortable finger inside her ass


Grace: yes.. no.. no Sir


Prof. Rayna: I just paid you a compliment on the tightness of you cute asshole, cant you remember?


Grace: yes.. yes Sir


Grace: thank you Sir


Prof. Rayna: Thank you Sir for what exactly grace?


Grace: for.. for saying my ass is cute Sir


Prof. Rayna: And tight and for my intention to advertise this tightness to the rest of the staff Grace.


Prof. Rayna: now I think that I had enough with your forgetfulness and absentmindedness Grace.


Grace: yes Sir


Grace: thank you for saying my ass is cute and tight.. and that you will advertise its tightness to the rest of the staff!


Prof. Rayna pushes her with his thumb making her walk forward to the side of the desk


Grace: ohhh


Grace follows the man


Prof. Rayna pushes her to bend over the desk


Prof. Rayna: Now stay there.


Prof. Rayna: and wait


Prof. Rayna takes a ruler from his drawer and flings it up in the air in front of her so that she had a good look at it


Grace lays against the desk, her heart thumping


Prof. Rayna: Grace, I will punish you now, for forgetting to respond properly to compliments. I really hope that you indeed learn to do so in the future.


Grace looks at the thick ruler, her head shaking


Grace: yes Sir, I will learn !


Prof. Rayna: I am glad to hear.* Without any other word he raises the ruler and lands it quickly on her bottom.


Grace: owwwwwwwwww


Grace yells in pain


Grace: thank you Sir!


Prof. Rayna: Good, try to constrain your yells Grace. You should learn to accept the punishment you deserve in dignity *lashes another one


Grace: owwww


Grace tries to stifle her scream


Grace: thank you Sir !


Prof. Rayna: I see that we still have work to do * spanks her harder this time


Grace: owwww


Grace's ass is red from the beating


Prof. Rayna fakes an expression of disappointment " I think that we will have to repeat this often, until you are able to contain yourself and remember to properly thank for each bit of reminder that you are offered, don’t you agree grace?" *spanks her again


Grace cries out but quickly muffles her mouth with her hand


Grace: thank you Sir!


Grace's ass is stinging with pain


Prof. Rayna: Perhaps if you cannot contain your self you can suck on this necklace of yours, in order to be able to *spanks her a last a hard one


Grace: owww


Grace covers her mouth


Prof. Rayna waits


Grace: th-thank you Sir


Prof. Rayna: Good, now don’t forget this again.


Grace: yes Sir.. thank you Sir


Prof. Rayna leaves the ruler on the desk in front of her so that she will be constantly looking at it


Prof. Rayna: Now, lets us switch interest on a way that you will indeed thank me Grace


Grace looks at the ruler on the desk, her ass still stinging and hot


Prof. Rayna: I paid you a compliment before on the tightness of your ass and I really intend to inform my colleagues of your virtues.


Prof. Rayna: But I should have a personal opinion of that don’t you think?


Grace: yes thank you Sir


Grace: oh yes Sir.. you should


Prof. Rayna stands next to her , "Open my the zipper of my pants Grace, and take my cock out"


Grace turns around slightly to face the man, her ass still smarting. Slowly, with fingers shaking, she unzips the man


Prof. Rayna 's cock jumps out as soon as she unzips his fly


Grace is startled by the thickness of the man's erection


Prof. Rayna pulls a gag out of his pocket and a pair of cuffs, "I still not trust you Grace of being able to contain yourself. Thus I am afraid that some restraining will be required this time"


Prof. Rayna places the gag in front of her mouth, "wear this", and pushes the ball into her mouth, securing the strap behind her head.


Prof. Rayna grabs her hands and pulls them in the cuffs locking them, pushing her back on the table


Grace: ohhh


Prof. Rayna: Until your behavior is not adequate enough for compliance Grace you will have to be tied down every time.


Prof. Rayna: Remember this is only for your own benefit.


Prof. Rayna pushes her on the table making her bend


Prof. Rayna grabs her by the cuffs and pushes her all the way down on the table


Prof. Rayna then grabs her by the waist and places his cock on the verge of her anus, waiting for a moment


Grace grunts in pain, her mouth filled by the ball gag


Prof. Rayna pushes her from the head towards the table and pushes his cock harder on her bud


Grace struggles, saying something unrecognizable with the ball in her mouth


Prof. Rayna starts pushing her towards the table pushing his cock in her until the head is within her


Prof. Rayna grabs her from the cuffs violently pressing his cock abruptly in her


Grace screams into her gag


Prof. Rayna starts to thrust in her grabbing her tightly from the waist with one hand and pulling her from the cuffs with the other


Grace nearly passes out from the pain as her body is assaulted on the desk


Prof. Rayna: I am sure Grace my colleagues will be indeed very excited when I tell them of well your behavior might improve with a few gadgets... but most importantly


Prof. Rayna: they will be thrilled do know what a sweet ass you have


Prof. Rayna lets his hand away from her cuffs and grabs her with both hands from her waits starting to thrust all the way in her


Prof. Rayna thrusts deeply. in each thrust he pulls his cock out almost all the way , pushing his cock again in her until her asshole wraps the base of his cock


Grace feels her ass being raped. her body is shaking as the man fucks her with hard strokes


Prof. Rayna: I think Grace that we will be using this gag for a long time... I see that you need much hard work not only to accept your instructions gracefully but also with a smile on your face


Grace shuts her eyes, tears running down her cheeks


Prof. Rayna starts to enjoy extremely much the tight feeling of the violated girl, her muffled sounds exciting him even further


Prof. Rayna grabs her even tighter and accelerates his pace drilling her without mercy


Grace: as the man thrusts in her with a violent shove, she almost stands up straight as the pain sears thru her anus


Prof. Rayna nails her ass almost sadistically forcing himself deep and violently in her, he grabs a handful of her hair making her head arch back


Prof. Rayna grabbing her from the hair with one hand places his palm just above her ass, immobilizing her completely on the desk


Prof. Rayna pushes her further her breasts mashing on the table, and continues to fuck her hard for all he's worth


Grace is crying non-stop now, begging in her mind for her rapist to stop


Prof. Rayna smiles with contentment as he sees the girl's struggling, which arouses him even more fucking her even harder....


Drops of sweat rise on Ubik's forehead. Starting to build up a climax


Grace lies down on the desk, her body totally at his mercy now


Prof. Rayna grabs her harder from her hair nailing her with long and powerful thrusts, loosing control on a powerful orgasm, he pushes her head down and fucks her with quick and the deepest of strokes grunting, squirting his load in her while pulling her head back.


Prof. Rayna rests in her for a few moments in her keeping her head down on his desk; he then pulls out


Grace stays still bent over, sobbing


Prof. Rayna takes of her gag and cuffs, then spanks her on her asscheek making her jump up. "Now, as I mentioned," he continues, "we have a hard and demanding work to perform in order find out what happened to Tom, But in the meantime, there will be several small tasks for you to perform. It is important that you perform them exactly as directed."


Prof. Rayna: Do you understand?


Grace: Yes.


Prof. Rayna: Good. Now, I have work to do. So why don't you put your clothes back on and straighten yourself out and get back to schedule?


Grace covers her breasts with one arm as and begins to pick up her clothing.


Grace quickly puts her clothes back on and leaves


Prof. Rayna rubs his hands smiling as he sees her firm butt move below her short skirt, upon her exit


BR006

Morning. The principal is keeping us locked in - but Bobby wants to see that warehouse - To know what happened. Bobby feels trapped. He feels angry.

Bobby grunts and checks his mail - thinking to do some internet - and his eyes widen and he smiles. The key - in a minute he is opening again his transmitter - data flows on the USB cable - Bobby looks at the door of his room and he clicks - clack, clack - locked - click - clack, clack - unlocked - click - clack, clack....

Bobby walks the corridors - everytime he sees someone by a door - he locks it, see them curse, then unlocks it quickly. He starts to scheme - memorizing the map of the school. He checks a secondary exit; it clicks open. He checks the door leading underground; it clicks opee - he locks them again.

Meeting Prof. Rayna in the corridors, Bobby quietly slips him the second transmitter. Bobby walks away quickly.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

W H O H U R T T O M ? - the locations

Places where the story has been - will be played:

The school



the school is in V&E. But nothing forbids playing in other schools. A new location with a free school is here.

The warehouse



The Tom scene has been played in the V&E warehouse. The warehouse has just one entrance point and can be easily checked from the street. In the story, it is not that near to the school.

The river



The location is that of Force 2.

UR007 Diary entry: giving the key to Bobby

In our last meeting, Perenti was clear. I am to help Bobby in manipulating the school doors. I start working all night and read about the security holes of the the door system of our school, in a WWW forum for system administrators. By dawn, I am able to manufacture a software key that would bypass the door's security system, smoothly as velvet.

As I make a copy of the software key for myself and prepare to e-mail another one to Bobby, I keep wondering if Perenti is aware of Bobby's intentions to lock him up in a room someday. I suppose that he must be aware, but given the situation he has to outsource some of the investigation tasks and, so, he trusts Bobby with such a key. I think to myself that that's what the man said: "help him", as I press the "Send" button.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

OOC note: where to find free clothes for Sandon

Small OOC note for new players in need of clothes.

Find free (1L) female student clothes at A & K

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Thanks to Erotic Quintessa for the info!

Next morning at the Principal's office.

[When the scene starts, Professor Ubik and Principal Perenti are in a discussion in the principal's office. Grace gets a message to see the principal.]

Prof. Rayna: Of course, I will Mr. Perenti. Grace told me that Bobby and Tom are best friends. And I will support him in this situation. Should this support extend to helping him with the door control project as well?


Principal Perenti nods, takes a deep breath, nods again. "Yes. Please. But I have called you about the .. the Tom issue altogether. Police has closed the case." He cuts the air with his hand, a final gesture. "But it's not all for me. I want to know more about the case. Especially, I need to know everything the students say about it. Will you help on that too?"


Prof. Rayna: Of course. Given the summer break I have plenty of time in my hands. And you are probably aware from my resume that I can assist such investigative effort. All in all, it will be a pleasure to contribute to bettering of this dire situation the school is confronting.


Principal Perenti nods. "Pleased.. pleased to hear that. Well, as convinced as I am that out local shame - that hobo - is the culprit, still there are some students whose position is, uh, unclear at the best. I'll introduce you to one of them. " He pushes a button and the door clicks open. "Grace, please come in. You know Prof. Ubik, I'm confident."


Grace walks into the principal's office, unsure of what's going on


Prof. Rayna nods to Grace, "Hello Grace. Nice to see you again"


Grace smiles politely, feeling nervous, "Yes nice to see you Sir"


Principal Perenti pushes another button, emphasizing the gesture, and the door locks with a soft click. "Grace. I'm sorry about this Tom issue. You were very near to each other, I've been told."


Grace: I’m .. I’m not so close to him actually Sir


Grace thinks about the vicious rumors going around the school about her and Tom, because both of them were mugged together


Prof. Rayna: So I was talking yesterday with Grace and we figured out that it would be a good idea if, given that she is a student, could find out who has seen Tom lately. Then talk with these persons and find out if they noticed something.


Prof. Rayna: Perhaps this inquiry could extend, as you proposed, to learn what the students think about the situation.


Principal Perenti snorts. "Sure. And I also want to know who - students and personnel together - who was out of the school at the time of the event." He says this in a threatening tone. Then he turns away, and in a lighter tone adds ".. well, perhaps someone has seen something. Or knows something."


Grace wonders why she was chosen to talk to the other students


Grace turns to look at the principal


Principal Perenti sets himself with his back on the wall, placing the student just between the two men, so that she can't see them both at the same time.


Grace could feel the professor's eyes on her back, feeling a little uncomfortable


Prof. Rayna: I see, we could find out who was attending classes these days, by looking who was present that days at school. Then arrange to talk to each one of them.


Prof. Rayna looks at the situation and wonders if this is a test on Grace's manners that seem to need some improving, as he observed yesterday


Principal Perenti: Grace. Where YOU were yesterday at 7pm?


Grace: me?


Grace thinks...


Grace: I was in the library I think


Grace: with Silvia


Principal Perenti presses on sharply. "With your friend Silvia. Who else has seen you?"


Grace: umm... I think there was another guy in the library but he left, I didn't notice him that much


Grace: so was just Silvia and myself


Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti, Grace mentioned yesterday that Tom's creepiness might have caused him this trouble. Unfortunately, she was not able to mention anybody else as a receptor of this behavior other than herself, and a student that Tom got in a fight with.


Grace turns her head slightly to see what the professor is doing


Grace catches Ubik looking at her figure from head to toe


Prof. Rayna: I was going to find Bobby and ask him who this student was but perhaps, Mr. Perenti, you would already know?


Grace: well Tom hangs out with a few guys.. Bobby and gang


Principal Perenti: Grace, only you and your friend. And Tom's creepiness.. well it will be a few days before Tom can talk. If he makes it. He's still critical. So I need to get all the .. *stops to think* You weren’t with Tom, Grace?


Grace: no, of course not Sir


Principal Perenti grabs her chin and looks deeply in her eyes.


Grace is startled by his move


Prof. Rayna: Though, Mr. Perenti, rumor has it that Silvia is quite close to Grace isn’t it so? Wouldn’t be conceivable that they could be figuring an alibi together?


Grace feels extremely uncomfortable that the principal is holding her like this


Grace tries to look at Ubik thru the corner of her eyes, trying to think what he is accusing her of


Grace: what.. alibi.. Sir? surely you don't think i was the one who hurt him like that


Grace: how could i ... he's stronger than me


Principal Perenti keeps looking in her eyes "Prof. Ubik will question Silvia too, then. Hmm, you weren't there." He lets go of her chin and steps back. ".. No. But you could have seen the scene."


Prof. Rayna: I am not accusing Grace of course of anything. But I believe it could be of utmost importance that we get all facts straight.


Grace: why would i hide it if i saw what happened?


Prof. Rayna: Grace you mentioned that you found tom obnoxious... could it be that it would suit your interests if something bad happened to him.. even if you did not do it yourself?


Prof. Rayna: Could it be that you would be grateful to a person that gave Tom a lesson?


Principal Perenti sighs and nods. "Do you see, Grace? Well. And there is something more.


Grace, the police wants you for questioning." He takes some time to let the phrase sink.


Grace: nooo... definitely not Sir.. i mean he did tie me up to that chair in the warehouse, but...


Grace hears the principal say Police, and looks alarmed, "What, police Sir?"


Principal Perenti nods.


Principal Perenti: Grace.....


Prof. Rayna: Sometimes, Grace, we make choices that we don’t really comprehend their consequences. We are sorry afterwards, but the damage is already done.


Principal Perenti: your clothes were found on the site.


Grace looks at the principal in horror


Grace: what??


Grace: what clothes


Principal Perenti: a cheerleading costume. It's in the police's hands now.


Grace suddenly remembers her closet the day before looked like it was broken into


Grace: no... it can't be


Grace: someone broke into my room yesterday


Grace: took one of my outfits


Prof. Rayna: Grace, did the door exhibit any signs of violation?


Grace: umm... no


Grace: but like i said, the door unlocks strangely by itself sometimes


Grace: or someone has a key


Principal Perenti: again another convenient explanation, Grace.


Grace looks worried now


Grace: i swear!


Grace: please you must help me Sir


Grace: i am telling the truth


Prof. Rayna: If, for argument's sake, one would accuse you of staging the tossing of your room,


Grace. How would you respond?


Grace: I ...


Grace: why would i do that?


Prof. Rayna: You availed this motive yourself Grace. You found Tom annoying.. in your own words.


Principal Perenti turns away from her. He looks at the picture on the wall, thinking.


Grace: no but i didn’t want him hurt


Prof. Rayna: Well this is what you are saying. I am not saying that I don’t believe you. But at least... we should protect the reputation of this school starting from its students. So at least what we have to do... is to cast your explanations clear...... if they are indeed.


Grace: i mean yes i found him annoying when he pestered me, but that doesn’t mean i want him to be hurt!


Perenti is interrupted by a phone call. He leaves telling Ubik to interview her more.


Prof. Rayna: Grace, just saying that you did not want him hurt will not satisfy the police as an explanation.


Grace: what should I do to convince them Sir?


Grace: or convince you that I am telling the truth?


Prof. Rayna: I am quite afraid that emotions are quite difficult to prove.


Prof. Rayna: It is only proven facts that could stand as forensic proof.


Grace: please talk to Silvia - she will prove i was with her in the library


Grace: please Sir, you got to believe me


Prof. Rayna: As said Grace, Silvia is close to you. You even mention her as a sister in your webpage. So it is quite conceivable that you two devised an alibi. Let us see this webpage right now in fact.


Grace recalls the horrible stories she hears about another student Jennifer who was arrested by the police the last year


Prof. Rayna goes to the computer to display the webpage


Grace wonders if she is meant to follow the man


Prof. Rayna tries to pull up Grace's webpage... when he see a folder named Grace on the desktop


Grace leans closer to peek at what the professor is doing


Grace: ummmmm


Grace looks panicky


Grace: Nooo....


Grace: I ...


Grace: oh I know


Grace tries to think of what to say so the man wouldn't open it


Prof. Rayna: Well, lets us find out, perhaps is related to the situation and could even serve your defense to the police.


Grace: is nothing much, just my cheerleading records


Grace: no !


Grace: shouldn't you wait before touching the principal's computer? he wouldn't like either


Prof. Rayna: Oh if Tom is in these videos, it could be an indication that you were friends and that you would not hurt him. Lets not wait for Mr. Perenti . the situation is critical and time is pressing.


Grace: nooo


Grace tries to stop the professor


Prof. Rayna opens the folder and sees a bunch of videos, double clicks on the first one


Grace: oh god


Prof. Rayna looks back at Grace who tried to stop him not yet turning his eyes on the computer screen, Grace where are your manners?"


Grace 's face turns white


Grace 's hand goes to cover her mouth as the sounds fill the room


Prof. Rayna follows her eyesight back to the computer screen and looks at it with his eyes wide open


Grace 's face turns white


Grace 's hand goes to cover her mouth as the sounds fill the room


Prof. Rayna follows her eyesight back to the computer screen and looks at it with his eyes wide open


Prof. Rayna: I see Grace that you had been train to exhibit you good manner by the previous administration. Perhaps you seem to have forgotten them lately.


Grace couldn't believe how composed the professor was, or what he was saying


Grace: ww..what?


Grace runs up to the computer and tries to grab the mouse to shut down the program


Prof. Rayna looks at the computer screen of Grace serving Fairbanks’s cock, he lets her shut down the video


Prof. Rayna: Grace I see that your behavior is deteriorating rapidly. From last years where we have both evidently seen that you know how to show respect to your mentor to today..


Prof. Rayna: Where you push a professor to take control of the computer. Wouldn’t you say that this is dis-Graceful?


Grace: I - I 'm sorry Sir


Prof. Rayna: Perhaps you have neglected your education. Don’t you think that something must be done about this issue?


Grace: I .. I am confused Sir...


Grace: I’m innocent.. I didn't do anything...


Grace looks at the screen... "I was forced..."


Grace: by principal Fairbanks..


Prof. Rayna: Well, if you are confused let me help you. and, by the way, there are no signs of force in this video. Maybe you would like to join me in looking them in closer detail.


Grace: nooo


Grace shakes her head


Grace feels humiliated


Prof. Rayna: Grace your situation is rapidly becoming more difficult.


Grace feels like she's going to cry


Prof. Rayna: I am afraid Grace that I am obliged to administer a small reminder, regarding your manners.


Grace looks up at him, thinking which is worse - the threat of police arresting her, or that now a professor other than the principal has seen her videos of her being used by Principal Fairbanks


Prof. Rayna: It is of course not my pleasure to do so, but I think that it would be beneficial for your education. Don’t you think so?


Grace: what.. what do you have in mind Sir?


Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti informed me that in serious cases of misbehavior, corporal punishment should be administered to the students. If and only if, it is for their own benefit.


Prof. Rayna: which in this case I think that you would agree, it is so. Don’t you?


Grace feels her knees weaken


Grace: can.. can I sit down Sir?


Prof. Rayna: I am waiting for your answer Grace. And no you cannot.


Grace stares at the man, her face blank


Prof. Rayna waits


Grace is not processing what he is saying


Grace looks at the computer again, and then nods slowly, "Yes....yes Sir.." in a low voice she replies


Grace: it would be for my benefit...


Prof. Rayna looks at her in straight in the eyes, "perhaps if you cannot decide for an answer, I should think of what is right for myself - after all it is my job to do so...But it is encouraging that you agree yourself.


Prof. Rayna: So since you agree, I would advise you to turn around and fit your self into this restraining furniture that Mr. Perenti has so conveniently prepared for student like you.


Grace seems to be in a daze


Prof. Rayna: Well? I am waiting Grace.


Grace: her eyes finally land on the contraption on the floor


Prof. Rayna starts to loose his patience and is considering on forcing her on the device but wait for a bit


Prof. Rayna: Your reluctance is only making things worse Grace. I was considering to be light on you.


Prof. Rayna: But it seems that you are in need of a more imprinting reminder.


Prof. Rayna approached her grabs her forcefully from her wrist, pushing her to bend over the principal's desk


Grace: ohh


Grace: owww you're hurting me!


Prof. Rayna: I am sorry Grace but I think that we both agree that this is absolutely necessary


Prof. Rayna starts to unbuckle his belt and hold it in his hand


Grace twists in pain but her elbow is pressed to her back


Prof. Rayna pushed her on the desk, lets her wrist go and grabs her from the back of her neck immobilizing her on the table


Grace: ouch...


Grace 's face is pressed on the table


Prof. Rayna: Now Grace listen carefully.


Prof. Rayna: I was going to be more gentle with you but since your seem not to comprehend... I really have to do this.


Prof. Rayna: Take of your shorts.. without bending your knees.


Prof. Rayna as he waits for her to comply goes to the computer and points the webcam directly at her face, then presses record.


Grace 's cold fingers move erratically, shaking


Prof. Rayna: This will serve as a new addition to the portfolio of your videos that the principal here is so caringly collecting for you.


Grace unbuttons and unzips her booty shorts, and eases it pass her hips


Prof. Rayna: now Grace I do not really care for counting, but there should be a record that acknowledges your gratefulness towards the behavior adjustment that this school is offering to you.


Prof. Rayna: I expect that during what is to follow you will thank the school for this opportunity that provides you of bettering yourself.


Prof. Rayna: Am I correct?


Grace: Yes Sir...


Prof. Rayna adjusts his position and land his belt on her naked derriere


Grace screams in pain


Prof. Rayna after this he remains silent for a second


Grace: ttthank you Sir


Prof. Rayna makes a nod of acknowledgement then proceeds to a second blow


Grace: owww!


Grace cries out in pain, and mutters "thank you Sir!"


Prof. Rayna: I really hope that this will serve as a reminder to you Grace but unfortunately your behavior up to now is not really convincing.


Prof. Rayna: I think that there is something more that escapes this reminder...


Prof. Rayna: Take off your underwear as well.


Prof. Rayna: Maybe being exposes and open will provide of a more imprinting memory


Grace turns her head left and right in pain


Prof. Rayna: Or do you want me to do this for you Grace?


Grace sobs, as her fingers go to her panties waistband


Grace: sobbing she pulls it down to her knees


Prof. Rayna lets his belt flicker in between her asscheeks


Prof. Rayna rises his hand upwards and swishes it again on her bottom


Grace: owwww


Grace screams out, tears running down her face


Prof. Rayna waits silently


Prof. Rayna: I see Grace that even at this time you continue to forget your manners and the instructions you are given


Prof. Rayna: This only makes the situation worse for you and calls more work for me.


Grace: thank you uu Sir!


Prof. Rayna: *At the end of the sentence he gives her another blow


Grace: owwwww

Grace: thank you Sir!


Prof. Rayna: now stand up. It appears that a this kind of punishment is really not enough.


Prof. Rayna: Take off your top too.


Grace looks up at the menacing leather belt


The door unlocks softly and then swings open. Perenti steps in, nervously, snapping his phone closed.


Prof. Rayna looks at Mr. Perenti then looks back at Grace


Prof. Rayna: Ah at last Mr. Perenti.


Principal Perenti looks around "Where is Grace?"


Principal Perenti follows Ubik's gaze and grins.


Prof. Rayna: She is right here. I think I made good use of the device you have left here.


Prof. Rayna: You will be amazed Mr. Perenti, of how much work the manners of this girl need.


Grace looks helplessly on at the feet of both men


Principal Perenti steps in and looks at the girl in her predicament. "Grace. You have a predilection for trouble or what?"


Prof. Rayna: Grace why don’t you tell Mr. Perenti what brought you in this situation?


Grace is at a loss of words, not believing the unbearable humiliation of being in this dog like position


Grace: I...


Principal Perenti nods and taps his feet. "Yes. Better telling me quickly, Grace." He glances at the computer screen.


Grace: I was slow to answer professor Ubik's questions..


Prof. Rayna: And Grace you did not exhibit proper manners as well.


Grace: yes Sir...


Grace: I’m so sorry


Prof. Rayna: In addition you pushed me preventing me to see these glorious videos of yours


Principal Perenti bends a bit to touch her golden hair, pleased by how they flow on the carpet.


Prof. Rayna: This is despicable.. A student pushing aside a professor


Grace: sorry I didn't.. mean to push your hand away Sir...


Grace: please forgive me


Principal Perenti: .. she pushed your hand away?


Prof. Rayna: We are here for your benefit Grace. When you go to work, such behavior will get you fired.


Prof. Rayna: You don’t understand that don’t you?


Grace: no... I mean yes.. yes I understand Sir


Grace: I’m so sorry


Prof. Rayna: And yes Mr. Perenti, this is exactly what Grace did. She pushed me aside.


Grace: please.. let me go...


Prof. Rayna: Well since the principal of the school is here, he certainly has the final word on that.


Principal Perenti shakes head and puffs. He takes a step back. "Mr. Ubik, I think that she needs to know your belt now. Once will be enough. But not a caress. Something that will make her remember. Would you oblige?"


Prof. Rayna: But of course, Mr. Perenti, I am here to serve the school and the training of the students.


Principal Perenti: Look at me Grace.


Prof. Rayna flick up the belt up in the air and lands it harshly on Grace's exposed ass


Grace tries to look up at the principal but the neck restraint makes it hard


Grace: owwwwwwwwwwww


Grace gives a loud yell as the blow lands on her soft buttocks


Prof. Rayna: Is that sufficient Mr. Perenti?


Grace: hot tears well up in her eyes


Principal Perenti checks all the details, loving how her neck stretches up, and how the leash makes all her spine swing. The girl is good and will be trained well, he thinks. He takes a moment to focus on Ubik's question, answering just "Um. Yes. That will do for now. Well, Grace, I was speaking with the police. Can you concentrate on what I say or it's burning too much?"


Prof. Rayna nods and starts to wear his buckle again, attending to the conversation


Grace: is.. is painful.. Sir...


Grace hears the word "police" and she gets scared. Remembers the rumors of what happened to Jennifer last year


Principal Perenti: It is. Oh well, it will pass. They want to lock you for a while, Grace. It's not good there.


Grace: nooo.. please... you must help me Sir


Grace: I did not do anything, I swear!


Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti, you think that we should indeed find a hideout for Grace?


Principal Perenti: We could. That's a good idea. Because, you know, after all I believe her.


Prof. Rayna: You sure know better the student, Mr. Perenti, after the course of time you have spent here. Do you have any ideas on such a hideout or we should confer on it?


Prof. Rayna continues to look at Grace's exposed ass, thinking of an opportunity to have his hands on it one day


Principal Perenti sighs. "We do not really need to hide her too much. Police will not enter the school unless I allow them. And outside, she just should be always accompanied. Of course, I need someone to take this responsibility." looks up, thinking. "I can't do it.. I need to use all my resources to inquire.."


Prof. Rayna scratches his bald head


Grace listens to the conversation, feeling sorry for herself. she had never been whipped like this all her life. let alone locked in this god awful position like an animal


Principal Perenti: .. but perhaps Grace wants to go to the police. She could convince them. It's a possibility. Grace, what do you say?


Prof. Rayna: I am available Mr. Perenti for such a responsibility. On the other hand if Grace goes on at the police.... we should at least provide her of the proper answers. In any case my service is at your disposal.


Principal Perenti: well.. she can only tell the truth. And I’m sure her friend Silvia will support her. *bumps on her with his shin* ops. Sorry.


Grace can only stare at the principal's shoe.... "I... I will do whatever you think is best Sir"


Grace: "please don't hand me to the police!"


Prof. Rayna: So what will it be Mr. Perenti? Let her have a short interview wit the police, or directly provide of a hideout?


Principal Perenti: Hmm.. *rubs his chin thinking*


Prof. Rayna: At least if we sent her over the police she should be reminder not to mention her annoyance by Tom. This raised my suspicion.


Prof. Rayna: So perhaps we should wait for a bit for things to clear up first.


Principal Perenti: You're right.. and these clothes too... Let's keep her safe for now.


Grace thinks.. she is half naked on her knees and elbows.. what clothes is he talking about


Grace: oh yes! my cheerleader's outfit.. it was stolen from my closet yesterday!


Principal Perenti: Grace, you will help Prof. Ubik with the investigation.


Principal Perenti: Is this ok with you?


Grace: y..yes


Grace: yes Sir


Grace: I will help


Grace: definitely


Prof. Rayna: I am sure that Grace will present the best of herself.


Prof. Rayna: It will be a way to attend better to her ass ... coughs * I mean manners


Principal Perenti smiles. "I'm sure too. Her manners will benefit by being not too far from your belt. By the way, Prof. Ubik can also help you with the task I gave you, Grace. Please tell him what you have been researching for me."


Grace: I have been researching.. um...


Grace: on... blowjobs


Grace: I mean videos


Grace: on the technique


Grace turns bright red

Principal Perenti
nods and unties her. "not videos. Aah, now, now you're right. Technique."

Prof. Rayna: * a light bulb lights up on Ubik's head recalling the traces of internet downloads on the topic


Principal Perenti: Please kneel between us, Grace.


Prof. Rayna is really wondering on what the principal has in mind. He starts to like this job more and more


Principal Perenti sighs. "She IS pretty isn't she, Mr. Ubik? Even from our professional view point, one cannot say to be completely indifferent. Can you? I can not."


Prof. Rayna: Mr. Perenti, after all we are men made out of flesh. And regarding the viewpoint, well I think it is quite vantageous.


Grace is glad to be free of the metal contraption that locked her ankles and wrists. She shifts her knees now to kneel between the two men


Principal Perenti: Grace... please let me see what you have learned in this week. That would help Prof. Rayna relax. *taps her head, then puts his hand over her hair. And moves her face towards Ubik's crotch*


Prof. Rayna is amazed on the boldness of the principle. Nevertheless he is more that happy with the developments


Grace wants to run but decides she doesn’t want to be sent to the police. Slowly she moves her hand up to the professor's crotch


Prof. Rayna stares intensely at her


Prof. Rayna waits for her to unzip his pants


Grace unzips the professor


Grace takes out the professor's penis and is surprised that it is already erect


Prof. Rayna lets her handle his cock interested to see if she has really done her research and how he will benefit from that. He looks her strait in the eyes.


Principal Perenti smiles and sets his cock straight in his pants. "Good girl. We can compare her with the Fairbanks movies and see if she's learned something."


Grace grasps the cockshaft in her fist and jerks it forward and back


Prof. Rayna looks at Mr. Perenti. "well she is great an excellent choice and a well trained mouth, my congratulations for the high level of education you provide to student Mr. Perenti"


Grace closes her mouth around the cockhead, swirling her tongue


Grace uses her other hand to stroke the professor's balls as she sucks him


Prof. Rayna starts to relax loosing attention to the case and the tension, she looks at Grace amazed by the technique


Grace looks up at him for approval


Prof. Rayna looks her straight in the eyes


Principal Perenti sighs and pulls something from his pocket. His voice is a bit hoarse now. "Good job Grace. Listen. I've been under serious stress these days. So I wonder if you could help me relax too." He slips his hand in front of Grace's eyes. He's holding a condom.


Grace takes the condom in her hand from the principal


Prof. Rayna grabs a handful of her hair and starts enjoying then he heard the principal "well you heard Mr. Perenti Grace"


Grace unzips Principal Perenti too


Principal Perenti offers his cock to her hand.


Grace pulls out the principal's cock


Grace puts the condom in her mouth and wears it on the principal's cock using her mouth


Principal Perenti pushes her head in Ubik's cock. He pulls her hips up "Ubik. Keep her head.." and impales her from beyond. "hnngh."


Grace: uggggghhhh


Grace lets out a low cry as she is penetrated from behind


Prof. Rayna supports her with both hands and pushes his erect cock in her exploring the depths of her throat


Principal Perenti grasps her hips and shakes her furiously. His fingers press deep on her skin. He starts pumping her, shaking her slender frame.


Prof. Rayna starts thrusting in her mouth enjoying the tight grip of her lips, being more aroused by her muffled cries


Grace 's throat constricts around the cock thrusting into her mouth, choking her


Grace feels her pussy being stretched as the principal enters her from behind


Prof. Rayna lets her breathe momentarily then pushes her head all the way in on his shaft


Principal Perenti: Uuugh. You're quite tight Grace.. too much.. should .. do more ..sex


Grace gags on the cock in her mouth, tears running down her face


Grace moans when the principal thrusts particularly hard


Prof. Rayna continues to thrust him self in an out her mouth practically fucking her face, he looks up at Perenti


Prof. Rayna: Perhaps Mr. Perenti it would be a good idea that she regularly attends such sessions, * then continues to thrust in her deeply being more excited my the tears that ruin her makeup


Principal Perenti pumps her slower now, trying to postpone his release. "Hmm. Mr. Ubik.. I agree.. you will see to this too.. I guess. Well... Grace, Prof. Rayna will enlarge.. your.. experience"


Prof. Rayna: Certainly Mr. Perenti, by all possible means and ways.


Grace cries in despair as she is fucked by the men in both ends


Grace's violation brings back memories of Doug Fairbanks and the other teachers who used her


Principal Perenti groans as his cell phone rings again. "d-damn.." and speeds up his thrusts. "Sorry.. Grace.. hnnnnngggghhhh!!"


Prof. Rayna grabs a handful of her hair pushing her face on his cock then pulling her head up, giving her a moment to breathe, then pushing her all over again on his cock


Principal Perenti shakes and comes deeply inside her, the rubber growing with his seed.


Grace suppresses a moan with the principal hastening his deep thrusting actions


Prof. Rayna being shamelessly careless starts to squirt hot cum deep in her throat, attempting to catch her eye as he does


Grace eyes fly open when she feels the principal cumming inside her


Grace coughs .. the thick cum hitting the roof of her mouth


Prof. Rayna continues to come feeling his jism fill her mouth


Grace lets the cum run out of her lips. her body feels like it isn't her own


Prof. Rayna is finally relaxed and his power recharged to go on with the case, his appetite though only growing more and planning already on how he could have Grace again


Grace collapses on the floor, crying. The smell of the cum strong in her mouth, the stick strands running down the side of her chin


Grace feels her pussy totally sore


Principal Perenti pulls out, sending some juice drops around. He takes a step back, pulls the condom out and throws it on the floor. He flips the cell phone open "Perenti here". Then he whispers to Ubik. "Hey. Teach her to properly dispose of that thing." Aiming to the condom. Then he hurries back to the phone. "No, I wasn't talking to you"


Grace sobs quietly to herself


Prof. Rayna pulls his cock back in and nods a yes to Perenti's whisper


Grace hadn't felt so dirty for a long time


Prof. Rayna points at the condom and speaks to Grace, "Grace my dear you have left the best part"


Grace wipes her mouth on the back of her arm


Prof. Rayna: Please do not waste the contents of the principal's condom.


Grace looks up at the professor, not believing her ears. it can't be!


Grace shakes her head, feeling sorry for herself


Prof. Rayna: Well?


Principal Perenti zips and leaves the room, still talking on the phone. "I want results on the Tom's case. We need to know. Grace, I expect total commitment from you too! I'll fend off the police still another couple of days, but I want results SOON."


Prof. Rayna: Is that you must continuously be reminder to unhesitantly comply to the instructions this educational institution provides Grace, solely for your benefit?


Grace feels like a dirty tramp. Her hand inches toward the used condom and picks it up, then empties it on her tongue. She screws up her face as she does so


Prof. Rayna: Good keep the condom and remember to throw it in for recycling.


Principal Perenti thinks for a moment that he should have at least seen Grace licking the condom, but he's talking quickly with other investigators and forgets soon about it.



F019. Morning after.

Jul, 26th

What happened in that warehouse. I need to know. Slept two hours tonight.

Police is under control. The scapegoat is under chains.

The school is locked. Police instructions under my suggestion. Better have the town under check.

The doctors won't even tell me if Tom is going to live or die before a week passes. I need all the help I can muster. I will use Grace's clothes and make her work with Ubik. Then I'll have Bobby running his own inquiry. So many students and staff. Someone must have seen something. The warehouse has just one door.

I look at the watch. Grace and Ubik will be here soon. I think of Grace and I grab a condom from the drawer, pocketing it. Today i feel like having her. Well, let's see how she reacts to the news.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

1.10 - Tom meets a prostitute

Scene 1.10 - Tom meets a prostitute

Tom is distressed. His meeting with Grace had been a disaster. Bobby is pressing him. And the principal's assistant treated him as a kid. He's trying to collect ideas when a prostitute shows up.

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Tom looks down on the table.

Tom grumbles to himself. He looks like a man who is rehearsing his own mistakes.

Tamar Boram walks up to the guy sitting alone, letting out a soft smile "hey.. enjoying the breeze?"

Tom raises his eyes to the woman. Only the older boys and girls come here, but this one looks completely different. She's same age as them, but he's immediatly sure she's not in the college. Looking away from her, he answers with an uncertain "hey.."

Tamar Boram leans forwards him, putting a hand on the table. Her breasts bounce softly in front his eyes, her cheap scent surrounding him "its a nice place, it is? perhaps a bit lonely...", she states with a soft smile

Tom fletches his arms, bloated by too much gym for his age. He plays with his fingers. "I like to be alone. And it's just a heap of waste." He turns to her. "Who are you? I've never seen you in town. They don't like strangers here."

Tamar Boram smiles at him, her lips near his ear as she answers with a low voice "i'm Tami, hun.. im quite new here in town.. and you? you look a bit.. ehm.. stressed, dont you?", she asks while offers him a good sight of her cleavage "perhaps i could take some of that built up tension from your body" ", she adds with a wicked grin

Tom rubs the dirt under him, pressing with his shoes. He turns to her voice, just in time to see her bend. Memories of the last day flash in front of his eyes. "what? Are you proposing.." He stops to look better at her. "wait. You.. uh.." scratching his ear "you, it's your job, you are a..."

Tamar Boram reaches for his cheek with the back of her fingertips, nodding a little "i am, hun.. im an.. eh.. an experienced girl...why dont we look for a quiet place and have.. some fun together", she smirks, glad to have eaten mints after her last job

Tom pulls up, slowly, from the bench. His imagination runs. Puffing air from his nose, he looks at her with loathing. "and you will want a gift, right? That's how it works?"

Tamar Boram chuckles, moving a fingertip to his lips "well, we are in capitalism, you know, time is igold and all that shit..... i offer, you pay.. thats how it works..."

Tom touches his pocket, trying to remember how much he's got with him. He nods and turns on his feet. "Ok. But you will have to be good.. a pro.. I .. " and walks on, leaving the sentence suspended.

Tamar Boram chuckles again "im good, you will see...but we should talk of business in advance, hun...", following at him

Tom looks around, then bumps the door with his shoulder, as he saw older boys do. He slips in the stinky cabin. Turning to her he nods again, then "in advance. I-I'ts ok."

Tamar Boram comes into the cabin "nice place... ", she mumbles while peeks around. Then she turns her head to him "$100 for full service, ok?", she states "you will enjoy, i swear.."

Tom takes his glasses off. "uh, 100, it's ok. But I want you to make me last.. you .. you should know how to do it, ok? I don't want it over in one minute. If you end it too quicly, it does not, it does not count. It's ok?" He opens his wallet, showing several 100$ bills.

Tamar Boram looks up at him "ok, hun..i got it.. lets do it slow.. but pay me 50 now, ok? you know.. you look as a cute guy, but.. i dont know you...yet", she grins, reaching for his chin and pinching it softly while thinks to work with students is like to work in a gold mine

Tom looks again in the wallet. "I have only 100s.. " and hands her one. "I'll be, be, angry if you play a trick on me, ok?" She can feel his breath, quickened, when she moves nearer. The boy is already terribly aroused.

Tom: can I , can I touch you now?

Tamar Boram extends one hand "gimme 50 now...", she grins while starts caressing his face with her free hand "and you can touch me.. sure.. anywhere you want..", she whispers, her face closer his

Tom gives her a 100$ bill. "here. " then moves his hands to her breasts, pressing over her top. His hands feel large, clumsy, and sweaty. He just presses, then he tries to squeeze, softly, and shivering.

Tamar Boram quickly holds his bill between two fingers and keeps it in her bag in an expert gesture. She shakes her shoulder slightly, sliping her bag and dropping it to the ground, then wrapping her arms around his waist, looking down at his hands "do you want me naked yet, sugarcake?"

Tom takes his hands back quickly. "Eh. Sure miss.. Tam.. how should I call you? Yes, I want to see you naked, I'd love that."

Tamar Boram smiles, reaching for her nape with a hand and undoing her top, letting it flutter to the ground as she gives a soft jiggle to her now bare breasts "perhaps would you help me wiht my shorts, hun? they tighten so much...", she whispers as she uses her other hand to rubb his back

Tom: suuure!

Tamar Boram buckes her hips, unbuttoning her hotpants and then reaching for his shirt "iwill unbutton you while you take off my shorts.. it seems a fair deal, it is?", she grins, realizing his arousal

Tom leans over her and touches her hips, grasping her pants. His face gets near, way too near to her tits. He mutters a "can I.." but can't wait and takes her nipple in his mouth. He sucks a bit, then, looking down, he tugs her pants.

Tamar Boram unbuttons his shirt, taking it off while lets out a soft moan, pretending to enjoy his suck "mmh.. you know how turn on a girl, sweey".. she whispers, feeling her pants sliding down to her ankles

Tamar Boram smiles while unbuttons his pants,shoving her hands inside and circling her fingers around his cock as she wriggles out of her hotpants "thats unfair.. youre still wearing pants..and me not..", she grins

Tom stiffens as her fingers touch his pants. His cheeks inflate, he reddens and moans a "ummm no oww". Somethig stirs in his pants and when she reaches inside, it's soaked in jizz. "uuh. Damn damn damn.. I told you!"

Tamar Boram lips curl in dissapointment "gosh, hun..what you did..?", she snickers, feeling her finger soaked with his sperm

Tom groans. "I told you to be.. I..."

Tom looks flustered. It's clear from his reaction this has already happened to him. He looks away, not knowing what to do now.

Tom puffs. "I want my money back now."

Tamar Boram shakes her head "are you kidding? you paid me already.. perhaps we can stiff this again", she smiles while pokes his now spent cock

Tom looks at her, nervous. "Hm, yes, go-good idea. Le-let me see what y-you can do."

Tamar Boram strokes his cock slightly, pondering about how silly looks students "i will get you nice and stiff again..."

Tom shivers and retracts. Her touch pains him in his current state. He looks away and suggest "pe-pe-perhaps with yo-your mouth?"

Tamar Boram leans forwards, her mouth reaching for one of his nipples and licking it gently, then moving back and looking up at him "sure...", she whispers while kneeling in front of him, bringing his sticky cock to her mouth and starting to suck on it

Tom feels even the touch of her tongue as a puncture. He gnaws on his teeth, the feeling slowly changing in a better one, and his cock stirs in the expert lips. He groans, and slowly his blood returns, fillling the whore's mouth. "aagh.. yes. yes, better, better"

Tamar Boram looks up at him,whispering mouthfull of cock "i told you, sugarcake..", as she cups his balls with one hand, squeezing them, while strokes the manhood with her other one

Tom looks happier now. He manages to say "you have a, uh, great mouth", without stuttering. He feels his cock becoming even harder than before, a spear inside her mouth. "uh.. slow.. I.."

Tamar Boram sucks deeper, his cock bulging her cheek as she slurps and drools "i see you're ready, hun..do you want to come in my mouth or in my wet box?" , she grins, stopping for a while

Tom looks thankful. He nods and licks his lips "of course I'd like to.. I have paid for that, haven't I?" He helps her up "Jump over, hehe, over the bed!"

Tamar Boram smiles "you did, sugarcake", while hops onto the bed, legs wide spread, a hand tugging on her panties and pulling them aside "come here.."

Tom caresses her legs and pulls her panties down, smiling "sure. Hurrying.."

Tom slips off his pants and kneels between her legs. "you will.. eh.. I'm.. shouldnt I use a condom?"

Tamar Boram quickly fingers herself for a while, trying to bet a bit wet before he start to fuck her "come here, my love..", she smiles while pointing at her bag on the ground "they are there..."

Tom rustles in her bag, his eyes captured by her fingers. He fumbles with the first one but manages to don the second rubber. He jumps over her "nice, uh, nice boots." and presses on to her slit. On the third try he's inside.

Tom: hnnghh!! oh.. ooh.

Tamar Boram winces softly as he penetrates her so clumsily "good hun.. welcome to my wet box", she grins while starts moving her hips in a slow rhythm, clenching her inner muscles so she can tighten her sex

Tom 's mind flashes with images of his victory. He has to say "uh.. I'm .. good.. I'm fucking you I'm fucking you! Gosh I am..."

Tamar Boram shudders with his thrusts, faking a moan "oh, gosh.. really you are.. youre so good inside me..", she lies, knowing all guys love to hear words like these

Tom closes his eyes and moans "uh, ugh. So good. So.. good..." He's near to release, but still too near to the last orgasm. He tries and tries, then something flashes in his mind. Another woman. He falls over Tamar's shoulders and feels him becoming quickly limp inside. He mutters "g-Grace.."

Tamar Boram back arches sharply, only her head and her ass touching the matress as she shakes her head from side to side, moaning loud as she pretends to enjoy with Tom, "ooh.. gosh..great!!", she moans as she feels him releasing his shoot

Tom rolls on the side. He feels enraged and angry at himself and at her. Then he's struck by an idea. He bends to reach his wallet. "Uh. Eh.. Tam, I want to ask you so-something more." He pulls out other two bills and looks at her.

Tamar Boram turns her head to him,leaning an elbow on the bed "yes, sugarcake?", she asks with a smile, her eyes locked to the bills.