Blonde on the Ropes

Carmen opened her mouth and showed Fletcher the sea of white semen he had just unloaded from the depths of his balls. He was pleased with the volume of his deposit. She waited for permission to swallow as he groped her soft breasts and kneaded her pointed, pink nipples. "You're going to strip off your clothes, young lady. Take everything off and hand it to me."

Cameron drank down the cum in two gulps. "Why do you need my clothes?" she asked, assuming the coach would be finished after only one round.

"I need to be sure you stay in this room," he answered. "I've got to go get something."

"What?" Her voice trembled. She had an uneasy feeling that her **** would extend well beyond the lunch break.

"You'll find out," the coach smirked, holding out his hand as Carmen slipped off her blouse and bra followed closely by her skirt. She stood naked at her desk, an arm across her boobs with her other hand guarding her crotch. Fletcher found her modesty amusing after observing her in the chair, vibrating her cunt into a geyser. Ten minutes later, the coach returned with an armful of rope.

"What are you planning to do with that?" Carmen demanded.

"What do you think? I'm going to tie you up. I find blondes on the ropes particularly appealing." Carmen was shaking her head as if somehow that would impact Fletcher's sinister plan. "Make no mistake, Carmen; you are very much on the ropes. I'd advise you to cooperate fully." He smoothed his rough hands across the teacher's soft skin, touching and feeling her everywhere.

"I like this bush," he mentioned, knotting his fingers in the ringlets of her dark, pubic hair. "You don't see many women with a muff these days. It gives you away, though. You're not a true blonde. Now lie down on the desk and let me show you a few special knots. I want a closer look at that pussy."