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I spent a torrid night, horny as hell, barely sleeping. I’d performed Miss Autumn’s self control exercise once but I didn’t dare attempt it a second time: I knew I would fail her as soon as I touched myself. Instead I lay awake half the night remembering the feeling of being smothered by her raw sexuality. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being an accessory to her pleasure instead of an active participant. Being held between her legs while she masturbated had been equal parts exhilarating and humiliating, not to say confusing. But strangely, even though it had made me harder than I’d ever been before, most of that exhilaration had come from the excitement of knowing how aroused she was. I’d turned her on without even touching her!
As usual my parents wouldn’t let me sleep in so I dragged myself out of bed at about seven, groggy and lethargic. They were already eating breakfast when I went downstairs. I joined them at the table and slumped, resting my head heavily on my arm.
“What’s the matter Tim?” said my mother, a note of concern in her voice. My father looked over with disdain as he chewed on his cereal but kept silent.
“Just tired,” I replied, “didn’t sleep much last night.”
“What was keeping you awake? What were you doing?”
I could sense she was desperate to ask if I’d been breaking their rule about masturbating in the house, but didn’t dare voice it. That was something she would usually leave to my father to quiz me about bluntly.
“Nothing much, just got a lot of stuff going on at the moment.”
“At the library?”
“Yeah,” I said realising how dumb that sounded. “I’m, er, really getting into a special summer project. A lot of it’s new to me and a bit confusing so I ended up staying up late trying to puzzle it all out.”
“Well, I’m pleased that you’ve found something to keep you busy over the summer,” she said. “Did you get it sorted out in the end?”
“Not really,” I replied. “I think I need to spend more time in the library and really throw myself into it.”
“That’s the spirit Tim,” she said happily. “If there’s anything I or you father can help with…”
“No no,” I cut her off quickly. “I’m fine, honestly.”
“Okay then.”
She seemed satisfied and returned to her breakfast. My father had stopped glaring and had returned to ignoring me.
I dosed myself with coffee, made some toast and fled the oppressive atmosphere of my house as soon as I could. Even though it was early I headed straight to the library. To one side, set higher up the hill, was a small park with sculptured flower beds and undulating paths. The sun was out, a gentle breeze ran through the leaves in the trees and clouds ambled across the sky. It was shaping up to be a brilliant day.
On a whim I took one of the paths that led towards the rear of the library and found a location that gave me a good view through the shrubbery to the staff car park. I was desperate to find out more about Miss Autumn. From here I could hopefully see her arrive and then I’d know what car she drove. And then what? Was I going to follow her home? Watch her house? That was borderline creepy wasn’t it?
“Hello Tim”
Oh shit! I turned around and there was Miss Autumn with that enigmatic smile, her brown eyes twinkling with amusement. As ever she wore a long flowing dress that the breeze stirred lovingly around her legs. I looked back at the car park and then back at her. There was no way I could make this look like anything other than me trying to spy on her.
“Hello Miss Autumn,” I replied bleakly, my heart sinking.
“It’s a lovely morning for a walk in the park isn’t it?”
I nodded, aware that, rather than walking, I had just been caught pushing through some bushes.
“I often come here before starting work. It’s so peaceful on a day like this before everyone arrives.”
She paused and at that moment the whole park seemed to fall silent. I counted ten beats and then birdsong broke the moment. Miss Amber inclined her head to one side and looked at me quizzically.
“Did you perform the exercises I requested?”
“Yes Miss Amber, but I only managed one.”
“Why? Did you fail?”
“No. No. Not at all. I didn’t dare just in case.”
“In case of what?”
“In case I, you know…”
Her eyes were unmoving on me. I looked around quickly.
“In case I came,” I whispered. Then added “Miss Autumn.”
“I’m disappointed Tim. I gave you an exercise to practice. Avoiding your exercise doesn’t help you improve.”
“I’m sorry to disappoint you Miss Autumn.”
“Tonight you will do it properly. Three times.”
“Yes, of course Miss Autumn. I’ll try.”
“If you fail any then I will decide a suitable punishment.”
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“Miss Autumn?” I asked.
She turned back to me, a tight smirk on her lips. How she enjoyed seeing me squirm.
“Yes Tim?”
“Will we… will I… get to see you today?”
“I’m very busy this morning.” She looked at her watch thoughtfully. “But I will make some time after.”
She quickly looked in her small handbag and retrieved a key which she handed to me.
“I expect you to be prepared for me at 1 o’clock today.”
“I’ll be ready Miss Autumn.”
Without another word she left, walking in the direction of the park exit. I stood there feeling lost for a moment, not sure what to do. The park was starting to get busier and I realised that I was standing there with a prominent erection in my jeans. I sat on a nearby bench until it subsided enough that I could leave, all the while trying not to think about the woman who was fast becoming my all consuming obsession.
I headed toward the beach but half way there I changed my mind and made my way to the main shopping area instead and spent the morning shopping for a gift for Miss Autumn. I had no clear idea what I wanted and had never bought a gift for a woman other than my mother before so this was difficult. I could hardly buy her clothes and as far as I could tell she didn’t wear perfume or makeup and even if she did I was clueless about what to choose. Eventually, in a small antique jewellery shop in a back street, I found a delicate necklace with a tiny silver leaf pendant. It seemed perfect and in delight I bought it, dipping quite deep into my savings, and hurried back to the library to be ready for her.
Just before one o’clock I slid the key into the door of the small office that we had used for our previous encounters. It was as we had left it the day before: a tiny windowless box of a room with a desk and a single chair. She’d said I should prepare myself which could only mean that she wanted me naked and on my knees again. I stripped and folded my clothes neatly, placing them out of the way. Then I knelt facing the door with my hands behind my back, the necklace tightly clenched in one fist.
The door was still unlocked and I felt a sudden pang of terror when I heard footsteps accompanied by two voices approaching the door, the fear of discovery tightening my balls under my rigid cock. To my relief the voices faded as they passed by to some other part of the library.
I waited patiently for her to arrive, my knees already aching and my nipples stiffening from the cool air that the vent above blew into the room. Then I heard a hand on the door handle which swifty opened and Miss Autumn entered the room. Her face lit up as she saw me there, presenting myself to her. She closed the door and locked it behind her then looked me up and down.
“Very good,” she said with a tone of appreciation.
“Miss Autumn, I am ready for my next lesson,” I said, reciting the words I’d been preparing while I had waited. “Please teach me how I may show my true devotion to you.”
I think I surprised her but she didn’t let it show on her face. Instead she planted her feet in front of me. “You may start by worshipping my boots.”
“As you desire Miss Autumn,” I said and eagerly leaned forward to kiss her shiny black boots. As I met them I inhaled their earthy aroma, the smell taking me instantly back to my encounter the day before where I had pulled them off her feet with my mouth. I longed to taste her boots again but today I limited myself to kissing and rubbing them with my face and cheeks.
After a while she said “Enough” and turned to sit in the chair. Before she did so I spoke: “Miss Autumn, may I present you with a gift?”
I held out both hands, the necklace laying across them. This time she didn’t hide her surprise and she involuntarily brought one hand to her lips.
“Oh my precious Tim,” she said, “You don’t need to do this, you’ve already given me the greatest gift you can.”
“I would like to give it to you though Miss Autumn. I don’t have the words to tell you how much I think of you so I hoped this would show you.”
“Thank you Tim, I am truly touched. Stand up and you may put it on me.”
I stood and she turned her back to me, holding her hair away from her neck. With trembling hands I unclasped the necklace and fastened it around her pale neck. She turned toward me and I saw that the leaf pendant lay just on her dress just where her breasts parted. She took it in one hand and looked it over with a small smile on her face.
“Thank you,” she said again. “It’s perfect.”
I beamed with pleasure. Making this woman happy filled my heart to overflowing.
“Now,” she said more sharply, “we need to return to your lesson.”
She turned her back to me again and removed her thin leather belt. “Since you’re on your feet you may unzip me and remove my dress.”
Butterflies tumbled in my stomach as I took hold bursa escort bayan of her zipper and drew it down her back. The material split apart to reveal a dark bra strap, stark against her white skin. I slid one sleeve of her dress over a shoulder and then other. I wasn’t really sure what to do next so she guided my hands to her hips and indicated that I should pull the dress down her body. It slid easily revealing a matching pair of dark panties, white suspenders and dark sheer stockings. I folded her dress neatly and placed it beside my own clothes.
When I turned to face her I took in a sharp breath at her beauty. Her skin was creamy white, freckled in places with curvaceous hips and rear. Her breasts looked quite large and round in her bra and I found myself wondering how heavy they would feel in my hand. As I had anticipated, the necklace sat just above her cleavage and pointed suggestively down between her breasts. She sat down and crossed her legs, the toe of her boot pointing toward me.
“Kneel,” she commanded.
I did so.
“Remove my boots and pay your devotion to my feet.”
I took her boot in my hands and slid it down her calf, pulling it free of her foot. I could see her beautiful toes through the sheer material of the stockings and could feel my cock twitching in response. I uncrossed her legs and lifted her other foot to remove the boot. I could smell hot leather as I eased it from her.
She lifted one foot to my mouth and I kissed it gently. I rubbed it in circles with my fingers and thumbs, feeling her muscles relax as I did so. I planted kisses along the length of her foot and up her ankle, then returned to kiss and nibble on each toe in turn.
I could hear her sighing with each kiss, an erotic sound that spurred me on. I was totally absorbed by her feet encased in the dark silk of her stockings. The feel of it on my lips was divine. I kissed and massaged each foot thoroughly until finally she called a halt.
I knelt before her expectantly. I knew that I had turned her on. Even from this distance I could catch the familiar scent of her arousal. I was just as wet and my cock felt like a rocket about to take off.
She stood and stepped right up to me. Her gorgeous milk white thighs were in front of me and above the dark triangle of her panties. Through the lacework of her underwear I could see her close cut hair and I imagined the dark wetness that lay beyond.
I felt her hands on my face and she slowly pulled me up until my nose and lips were pressed against her panty clad crotch. The scent was incredibly sweet and powerful and I automatically pushed out my tongue to taste her. I was rewarded with a drip of her moisture that washed over my tongue. It was like I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment and I was finally in heaven.
She held me, palms on my face and fingers in my hair. I could do nothing but kiss her, smell her and taste her. It was enough. There was nothing else I desired at that moment. I placed my hands on her ass and pulled her even tighter onto me.
In the distance I could hear a whimpering moan and I realised that it came from Miss Autumn. Her grip on my head tightened when I slid my hands into her panties and began to slide them down her thighs.
I looked up at her, over the rise of her belly and between her dark breasts. She seemed to tower over me like a true Goddess. She fixed me with her eyes and her look was strong and confident as she parted her legs and let me sink deeper into her brimming pussy.
The taste of her filled me with lust and I began lapping at her, trying to gather up all her juices.
“Gently pet,” she murmured, “There’ll be time for that soon enough. Suck and kiss my lips first.”
Reluctantly I ceased my frantic licking and sought out her outer lips with my own. I kissed them and drew them into my mouth, tugging gently and licking them with the tip of my tongue. She guided me with gentle pressure on my head so that I caressed every part of her pussy with my lips and tongue.
“Now I want you inside me, push your tongue in as far as you can.”
I bunched my body lower so I was right underneath her and licked my way into her sopping wet hole. Here at the source she tasted sharper and stronger and even more sexy. As I probed her she grew even wetter and began to gyrate her hips, still pulling my face deep into her.
“Oh, that’s good. Keep on,” she was repeating breathlessly.
Just as I thought my tongue was going to cramp up from being pushed out so far she pulled me away. Cool air hit my face and I realised I was coated from my chin to my eyebrows by her pussy juices. I panted for air, stretching my jaw out.
“Put two fingers in me and then suck on my clit, I want you to make me cum.”
I obliged and easily slid my first and middle fingers into her. She was like an inferno inside, her cunt flooded with slippery juices. I pumped my fingers in and out in a slow, rotating fucking motion and was escort bursa rewarded with a low moan from Miss Autumn.
Her clit was engorged from arousal and I could see it standing proud of its wrinkled hood. I tentatively touched it with the tip of my tongue and she responded with a violent shudder. I wrapped my lips around the hood and sucked it noisily into my mouth, allowing air to rush over it which I thought would add an interesting sensation. My intuition was right because I heard her say “oh my” just before she clamped her hands around my face and ears again. I closed my lips and suckled on her sensitive nub, stroking it firmly with my tongue.
Then it all became a blur of flesh, heat and moisture as she crammed my face into her and started shaking uncontrollably. I realised I was making her come and my balls and groin knotted in excitement. Spurts of her juice ran down my hand and wrist.
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, as if I could escape from her grip. I slid my fingers even faster inside her and licked harder against her clit and within a minute she was coming again, this time she thrust her balled fist into her mouth to prevent herself from crying out.
Overwhelmed with excitement my hand grabbed my cock and pumped once, then once again and I spurted my creamy load in the best orgasm of my life. Each jet of semen burst through me in a wave of mind blowing pleasure. My face was still buried between her legs, inhaling her, as she shivered from her own recent orgasms.
She pulled away and slumped down in the chair with a contented sigh. I studied her flushed cheeks and chest in adoration but as my eyes travelled down her body my body tensed in horror as I spotted thick ropes of my cum trailing down her left leg and foot. She saw the change in my expression and followed my gaze to her leg and the sticky white mess I’d made.
Her eyes narrowed and an angry frown took the place of her tranquil smile.
“What the fuck is that Tim?”
Her tone and language shocked me. I averted my eyed and felt myself shrink before her.
“I’m sorry Miss Autumn, I’ll clean it up.” I looked around for the tissues that she had used yesterday, hoping to wipe it away and forget about it as quickly as possible.
“Why would you ruin my moment by doing that? Did I give you permission?”
“No Miss Autumn.”
“What did I tell you yesterday?”
“Uh…?”
“Your orgasms belong to me. You come when I tell you to and not at any other time. Have you forgotten already?”
“No Miss Autumn. I’m so sorry. I got carried away in the excitement. When you came I just couldn’t resist touching myself. I won’t do it again.”
“You need to repeat it to me so I know you understand.”
“My orgasms belong to you Miss Autumn.”
“Yes, you don’t cum until I allow you to. Look what you’ve done to my stocking. You need to clean it up.”
“Are the tissues in the drawer Miss Autumn?”
“With your mouth Tim, clean my stocking with your mouth.”
“But…” I looked in disgust at the creamy mess on her ankle.
“You came without permission so now you must lick your mess up. I don’t want any trace of your goo on my clothing.” She lifted her foot up toward me.
“I don’t think I can do it Miss Autumn,” I said.
“If you disobey me then this ends now and you will never see me again,” she warned, a hard look in her eye.
I could see that she meant it. I looked again at the now-cold semen on her stocking and made my decision. I knelt down close to the ground and placed my mouth right over the largest trail of cum. I shuddered at the feel of it on my tongue as I licked up her leg. The texture was the worst part for me but the taste was surprisingly pleasant: much sweeter than I expected and no unpleasant aftertaste. I found myself wondering what it would be like if it were hot, but quickly banished that thought and concentrated on licking up the rest of my sticky sperm as rapidly as possible. It coated the inside of my mouth and throat but I swallowed what I could, using my tongue to clean her stockings of all remaining traces.
“Well done,” she said coolly when I was done and sitting back on my haunches. “Now are you ready for your punishment?”
“What? I thought that was it.”
“No, my pet. You were just cleaning up after yourself. You still need to be punished for breaking my rules. Are you ready to accept it?”
“What is it?” I tremored.
She stood once more and took hold of her thin leather belt that lay on the desk and held it folded double in front of me.
“Your punishment will be three strokes across your backside. Are you ready?”
“Just three Miss Autumn?”
“Yes. Three.”
My stomach knotted at the thought of receiving even one stroke from the leather belt. I’d never been hit by anyone, not even spanked by my parents. The worst I had felt was a football kicked at point blank range onto my thigh that had left a red welt for a week when I was a kid. But this was different. This was part of the strange dance I had entered into with Miss Autumn, this wild careering waltz that was leading me to unknown places. I bit my lip, waited a beat and then replied, looking into her brown eyes as I did so.
“I’m ready for my punishment Miss Autumn.
She nodded. “Now pass me my panties.”
I picked up and handed the damp underwear to her.
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