Act out your high school fantasy!

Thanks to a fully-stocked washroom, Melissa comes out looking sharp again, if a touch red around the eyes. She walks haltingly, as if she expects someone to jump out and grab her. Funny, you think, as you step out from the corner behind her and grab her by the hair. She squeals as you pull her head back.

"You think you're so much better than everyone, don't you?"

"N-N-No, Master. OW!" Holding her hair with a firm grip, you shove her across the room to an adjustable table, which you had pre-set at the approximate height of your crotch. You bend her forward over the edge of the table.

"Bullshit! You always had your nose stuck in the air, you snobby little bitch. Now I get to take you down a couple of notches." You grab the hem of her linen skirt and jerk it forcefully up over her hips, hearing the seam rip a bit under the strain. You gaze at her luscious ass, covered only by the sheer white pantyhose you provided for her. Melissa whimpers a bit as you caress the curve of her rump, and she trembles under your hand as it slips underneath and between her thighs, rubbing the hot flesh of her pussy. "Every day I sat behind you in class, I saw this moment in my mind. Did you know that?"

"No, Master."

"I did. I imagined pushing you over your desk, much like this, and doing with you just as I pleased." Is it your imagination, or is the fabric separating your hand from her pussy becoming moist? Hmmm... "I see you might enjoy this a little bit yourself, huh?"

Melissa pauses a beat before replying, "What do you mean?"

"I mean your pristine little honeypot is giving you away. You're dribbling on my hand, you pretentious slut. I think you like being handled roughly."

Her eyes squeezed shut, she answers feebly, "Whatever you say, Master."

What a bitch! She wants it, but she won't even admit it to herself. Well, if she likes it rough, she'll get it rough, you think. You grab the fabric of the pantyhose on either side of the seam and rip it apart, revealing the creamy flesh of her ass and the glistening pink slit of her pussy. Placing your hands against the soft meat of your upper thighs, you pull her lips apart and shove your cock deep inside the hot, slick tunnel.

"Mmm, nice and tight! You haven't had a lot of dick in your cunt, have you?" You let your manhood rest deep inside her, letting her adjust to your thickness.

"No." She is panting, her face blank.

"No what?"

"No, Master!" There is an airiness to her voice. She may be enjoying this after all! You start slowly working your dick in and out of her pussy.

"So, how many men have you fucked?"

She paused. "Just my husband. Master."

"You're a lying whore. How many? Tell me." You pick up the pace of your strokes slightly. You hear a slight moan of pleasure escape her against her will.

"Just my husband...and now you. And...one other man...Master."

Interesting! Still picking up speed, you ask, "One other man? Who was he?"

A long pause ensues, as Melissa lays panting, taking your dick in her underused pussy. Finally, she answers, "A man...I met him...at a church...function. He...unh...He came to...my house to...help me move...unh...the piano in...the study." She licks her lips. She's beginning to really get into this. Your dick glides in and out with well-lubricated ease.

"Go on. Tell me what happened." You place your hands on her hips. moving her onto your dick as you fuck her. She does not resist in the slightest, actually picking up the rhythm on her own.

"He didn't...want to...get his...shirt sweaty...oh...so he...took it...off and...ahhh...threw it...over the...piano bench...oh, god...and he...had such...defined...oh...oh...muscles...I couldn't...ah...stop myself...unh...oh...ohhh godddd..."

You can't believe it. She's about to cum on your dick! You can feel the walls of her pussy begin to flutter. You pick up the pace a little more, thrusting harder and deeper. Her asscheeks slap noisily against you with each thrust. She is digging her nails into the tabletop. Her breath catches and she turns her head, pressing her face into the table, not wanting you to see her get off. You grab her hair again and pull her head back, thrusting with all you've got, pounding your meat into her pussy. She screams incoherently at the ceiling as her pussy juice covers your shaft and scrotum, dripping onto the floor. Your thrusts now make that unmistakable sucking-splatting sound as she pushes back onto you unconsciously, her whole body trembling now in the throes of a massive orgasm. Her pussy clenches your rod rhythmically, pulsating and hot, milking your cock like the skilled hands of a long-time whore.

You've done it! You've broken her. She is no longer in control in any way. You feel an urge, maybe the voice of your conscience, to keep her happy, abandon your plans to humiliate and **** her, take her to the bed and make love, passionate but tender, for the rest of the time you have. Then maybe it could lead to more, a future with this beautiful woman who has now shown you how good a lover she could be.

But then again, you had so many plans...