The Student - Part Two

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The following is a written version of a fantasy I’ve had.  While sitting with my lover, we sometimes come up with ideas for role-play scenes we’d like to enact.  

Since we are both consenting adults with lots of pre-arranged understanding, role-play is lots of fun. We do not, however, condone rape in any form, and we do not condone non-consensual sex, nor sex with minors, in any way.

The characters in this story are strictly consenting adults who pre-arrange to take on the roles as written.

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The Student - Part Two

She was young, but not unaware of her feminine wiles.  She was also not unaware of the way Mr. Sapirt looked at her.  Maybe her looks eased his opinion.  Maybe he thought she was pretty, so he decided to give her a break. Caitlyn brushed her long dark hair into soft folds of warmth around her shoulders, the curls resting lightly on the elastic line of her puffy-sleeved blouse.  She ignored the concept that Mr. Sapirt would have any "evil intention".  After all, she told herself, he's a teacher!  What harm could a teacher possibly wish to bring to a student?  Unthinkable.

She added lipgloss again, for the thousanth time today.  It was like an obsession.  She loved the way it tasted, the way the slick liquid made her lips slide over each other.  Before leaving, Caitlyn also adjusted her clothes again, stroking her skirt down flat over her thighs.  She prepared herself carefully, somehow knowing that if she was attractive enough, Mr. Sapirt would look fondly on her and raise her grade easily.  

Or so she thought.

 

As Sapirt waited, he calculated his every move.  What he would say, how he would bend her to his will, how each of his sexual urges would be filled without risk, without fear of reprisal, without a single negative consequences.  When the doorbell rang, he had already had the shades pulled tightly, casting a deep, sultry reddish glow across the room. 

Caitlyn smiled as she looked past Mr. Sapirt into the warm light of his livingroom.  She complimented his tastes, especially well-developed for a bachelor, she said.  Blushing, she added hastily that she meant no disrespect by the comment. 

Sapirt heard nothing as he watched her legs move, watched her ass, thought about that silken hair between his fingers.  "Sit down, Cait."

The couch was wide and comfortable.  Sapirt sat next to her, close to her.  "Caitlyn, I thought about your....homework...."

"I know I'll have to work hard, Mr. Sapirt.  I'll do whatever you tell me to."  Caitlyn blinked up at Sapirt, her eyes innocent, unsuspecting.

So eager, Sapirt thought to himself smugly.  "Well, it's just that...well Caitlyn....it's been hard for me to concentrate lately...living alone and all...  I tried to think of a good assignment for you....but..."    Sapirt then wove the tale he had so carefully designed.  The tale spoke of his loneliness, of how he longed to have someone who trusted him, "not for a sexual relationship, but just to be close" to him.  Someone for him to "hold".  Someone he could "wrap his arms around". 

He watched carefully as Caitlyn's face softened compassionately.   She was easily taking the bait, Sapirt thought to himself.  He continued laying out his sob story.  If only he could have someone who would just lay quietly next to him, where he could finally feel he was not so alone.  He accented the last word, letting its echos fill the room's silence.  He watched Caitlyn's eyes carefully while he spoke.  He even let his voice break occasionally, as if in some deep sorrow.

Caitlyn's eyes began to well slightly with tears.  Her face, full of deep empathy for Mr. Sapirts terrible predicament, resigned itself to him.  How awful, she said, that he had to work so many long hours, and be unable to meet someone he could call a friend.  Caitlyn thought to herself that it was no wonder he was so hard to everyone in class!  She wanted to help him, to soothe his pain. 

"I'm sorry Cait, I don't mean to burden you with my entire life story.  I just mean that I had a hard time thinking about a homework assignment, but if you would be so kind as to...well...just to let me hold you a while.  Nothing will happen, I swear to you, I only want someone who I can call on to lay next to me a while, and for that opportunity I will gladly give you the grades you seek in class."

Cait agreed, "And you'd just hold me, right?  Nothing else?" 

"Nothing else, but this would not just be a one-time thing, Caitlyn.  It would have to be whenever and as often as I want." Sapirt cooed.

Caitlyn contemplated the idea.  She realized that if she agreed once, and refused another time, it's likely her grade would plummet.  She quickly nodded, agreeing to the terms, feeling safe in Mr. Sapirt's promises.

Sapirt smiled to himself, and told Caitlyn to lay back on the couch, then directed her to lay on her side.  He then moved himself in behind her, ever-so-slowly pressing his body along the length of hers, still playing the "shy lonely man" game.  As he squeezed between Caitlyn's body and the back of the couch, he let his arm brush over her body, enjoying the sensation of his new "toy". 

"Plenty of time to use her," he told himself, "no need to rush."  But his cock strained against his pants.

Sapirt settled behind her, his nose nestled in young Caitlyn's hair.   He inhaled her perfume, drinking in her youth, her vulnerability, and his victory.   He would enjoy the spoils for a long, long time, the imagined.  When he felt himself getting harder, he pressed his hips against the girl's ass to see if she'd move.   She didn't. 

Caitlyn only gasped slightly.  "Yeah baby," Sapirt thought. "You feel that rock hard cock?  You're gonna get it but good!"

Unhurried, Sapirt relished the feel of Caitlyn's ass pressed against his dick for more than a half-hour, before he lazily ventured his thumb to gently, lazily caress her arm.  Her skin was soft, unblemished. 

After a moment, Caitlyn moved her arm slightly, crossing it over her breasts.  Sapirt noticed the delicious curve between the girl's shoulder and her hips, the way her waist sunk down into the couch, his view unimpeeded by her arm.  He looked at the way her blouse revealed the curve just under her breast, against her ribcage, just under her arm.  "So close, so available.  I can take it whenever I want."   Sapirt licked his lips, his lower jaw protruding slightly.  He was really really horny, but this was making it practically intolerable.

Caitlyn's breathing was deep and regular.  Sapirt wondered if she was sleeping, or just relaxed.  He moved his hand slightly, producing a caress not more than two inches up and down Caitlyn's arm.  She didn't move, and her breathing didn't change.

So as not to wake her, he made sure he did nothing drastic.   Slowly, ever so slowly, he increased the distance of his slow caress, gently caressing Caitlyn's entire upper arm.  He relished the soft smoothness, the delicate undulations of flesh under his hand.  Her skin was warm.  Sapirt wanted more.   To tempt fate, he shifted his caress slightly forward, letting the tips of his fingers caress the fullness outside Caitlyn's breast, pretending that it was accidental as he merely caressed her arm.  He wanted to see her reaction.

Caitlyn's breath suddenly changed, and she shifted slightly, her arm more forward, protecting her breasts from Sapirts touch. "Shhh," Sapirt soothed.

But "Shit!" was what Sapirt thought. He immediately discovered another approach.  After taking his time to gently caress Caitlyn's upper arm a while more, he let his hand slide down the back of her shoulder, ever-so-slowly increasing his explored territory, over her shoulderblade, along her spine, finally venturing down to her waistline.  His cock was angry, throbbing; this body, this warm flesh, all his for the taking.  "All in time, all in time," he calmed himself.   As he gently, slowly caressed Caitlyn's back and shoulder, her breathing became slightly faster, slightly more shallow.  Sapirt grinned to himself, recognizing the clue as a sign.  He'd have the little tramp begging for it, he'd have her so hot she'd never tell a soul...he'd have a sex-toy for his every whim whenever he wanted.

Thus, encouraged by Caitlyn's reaction, he allowed his roaming to progress over her waistline, onto her stomach.  Over her waistline, along her spine, over her shoulder, down her arm.  Up her arm, around and around her shoulderblade, down that delicious dip in her waistline, back over her stomach.  Caitlyn didn't move, but her breathing told Sapirt all he wanted to know -- she was enjoying this, the little fucking slut!  With that thought, he rooted his hand on her hipbone and pulled her back into him, pressing her even harder against his aching cock.  It was *so* good.  Each time Caitlyn's breathing changed or she shifted slightly away from him, to ensure that she would not move, Sapirt quietly resumed his hypnotic, long caresses. 

After a while he spoke, "Caitlyn, time to go home."   Caitlyn sat up abruptly, as though awaken from a deep reverie.  She blinked and rubbed her eyes, her face was slightly flush. 

"Ok Mr. Sapirt."

"You will be here at 6pm tomorrow.  Understood?"

Caitlyn smiled.  She felt good.  Mr. Sapirt's touch was so soothing, so exciting.  And he'd kept his promise!  She nodded, smoothed her clothes, and turned to go.

"Caitlyn, not a word about this to anyone or you know what will happen.  I know how to make life *very* difficult for you.  Do you understand?" 

Caitlyn smiled and nodded again.  When his returned nod dismissed her, Caitlyn brightly turned to go.

Sapirt sat back on the couch, his body feeling heavy, his cock practically pushing through his slacks.  He imagined fucking the girl senseless, the rush of riding her as she lay helplessly underneath him, giving his dick the relief it needed.   In an almost masochistic way, he enjoyed the pain in his balls.  He rubbed his hand outside his trousers, over his cock, feeling its majesty.  He'd get his way soon enough.  For now, setting the girl up and playing with her was just delicious!