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Pupil - 2

I had sent Carla her instructions and asked her to come to my office at 2 pm. She turned up bang on time, wearing a very tight top that proved to the world that her breasts did not need a bra, and a short denim skirt that highlighted her long bare legs. She locked the door behind her without being told. I could see from her hard nipples and full lips that she was already very aroused.

I, of course, was wearing my usual costume of dark suit and sheer stockings with 4-inch heels.

‘Did you bring the objects?’ I asked. The girl nodded, and delved into her shoulder bag. She produced a couple of brightly coloured candles that she had moulded into personalised shapes – one was long, fat and slightly curved, the other was smaller but sculpted into a series of bulges. I could see from the smooth finish that they had been well used already.

I smiled to myself. ‘OK, get on the desk. Kneel. Spread your legs.’

The girl obeyed eagerly, going on all fours and planting her knees wide apart. The hem of the skirt swung enticingly a few millimetres below her crotch. I sat behind her and pushed the skirt slowly up over her hips. Her delicious pussy and arse were revealed to me in all their naked glory, and a waft of sexual musk hit me in the face. Her labia were pink and engorged, slightly parted to reveal the glistening membranes within; her anus, pink and puckered and already lubed, dilated slightly with anticipation.

‘Hold yourself open, slut,’ I ordered. ‘Wider.’

Carla laid her head on the desk and reached back and with splayed fingers pulled her buttocks and outer labia even further apart, lewdly opening her twin holes to my gaze. It was all I could do not to bury my face in her crotch.

‘Have you been stretching yourself like I instructed?’

‘Yes, mistress,’ was the muffled reply.

‘Well, let’s test you.’

I took the smaller candle – or home-made dildo, rather – and pressed its end against her anus. The first bulge slipped into her with an ease that surprised even me, and as I pressed harder it was followed by a second, larger bulge. The young girl moaned softly with pleasure.

‘Have you been loosening yourself up for me?’ I asked.

‘Yes, mistress. I penetrated myself twice this morning. I kept them in for ages so that my holes would get used to being stretched.’

‘You’re a good girl,’ I said as I pushed a third bulge into her back passage. ‘I have great plans for you. Now, time to open up that pussy.’

I took the other candle and rubbed its rounded head up and down her gaping slit, getting it thoroughly wet. The teenager was almost dripping juice in her excitement. She gave a little whimpering noise and pushed back at me, so I gripped the candle firmly and thrust it into her orifice. Carla moaned and bucked her hips as the dildo invaded her young vagina. It slid in most of the way, but with a fair bit of resistance – maybe she wasn’t as stretched as she had said. Never mind, that would change.

I now had her impaled in both holes, and could set to work. I got a good grip on the handmade dildos and began to pump them in and out with a steady rhythm. Her anal sphincter bulged and contracted as the lumps on the candle were pushed and pulled through it – five in all, the last bigger than I would have expected her to take. She was still holding herself wide apart with her fingers, her face and breasts crushed against the desk-top.

The curved dildo slid in and out of her pussy with a loud slurping noise, her inner labia stretching and flapping around its girth. Drops of juice fell onto the polished surface of my desk. I angled the object so that it rubbed against her G-spot, making her moan and grunt with bliss. Faster and faster I pumped, pummelling her innards from two directions, stirring the dildos around inside her.

Then I pulled them both out, and the girl yelped as her holes tried to clutch on nothingness. Her pussy and arsehole gaped darkly before my eyes. Hungrily I leaned forward and plunged my tongue deep into her wide-open anus, circling it around the ridged walls of her passage, closing my eyes in ecstasy. Carla moaned as she felt the tip of my tongue massaging her insides, and nipped the base with little quivers of her sphincter.

I withdrew and gave the same treatment to her still-gaping pussy, relishing the thick tangy juices that welled from deep within her. I sucked her inner labia into my mouth and chewed them gently. The girl’s ragged cries expressed her wanton delight.

Quickly I replaced my tongue with the two dildos, plunging them deep into her, displacing the air with loud wet farting sounds. Juice spurted out around the candle in her pussy.

My own pussy was demanding attention urgently, so I decided to bring Carla to her much-desired climax. I pumped the dildos deeper and faster, concentrating on her G-spot, and the teenager yelped and bucked and came with great throbbing cries. Her spasming anus clutched at the bulges that popped in and out of her passage. Juice trickled down the taut sinews of her inner thighs.

Suddenly I pulled the anal dildo out and forced it into her pussy beside its partner. The girl yelped as her young pussy was stretched wider than it had even been. Her labia distended into thin taut lines. I gripped both dildos in one hand and stuck three fingers of the other into her gaping anus, and then commenced to thrust again. Carla was screaming softly as her orgasm continued relentlessly. Her body shook as her internal muscles clamped down hard on the objects invading her holes. The whole desk rocked.

I let her climax run its course and left the objects in her while she quivered and trembled and sobbed. Her fingers had left red welts on her buttocks. I pulled her off the desk and forced her to her knees, perching on the edge of the desk in front of her. One side of her face was red from the pressure.

‘Lick me off, slut! I’m bursting with juice.’

With trembling hands she pushed my tight skirt up onto my hips, revealing dark stocking tops and creamy thighs above, and then my smooth-shaven mound and swollen pussy lips. Her soft fingertips parted my wet labia and I lifted my thighs to expose my hungry opening. The young girl moaned and buried her face in my crotch, lashing the walls of my tunnel with her tongue. Soon she sought out my hard, urgent clitoris and fastened her mouth over it, flicking its nub firmly. She sensed that this was not the time for a slow drawn-out crescendo – she knew I wanted to come, hard and fast. I felt her teeth graze my clit, and I twined my fingers in her hair and pulled her head into me, grinding my pussy against her face. Quickly, hotly, loudly, I went over the top and exploded, fiery juice squirting from me and drenching her face. The slut didn’t flinch but continued to lash my clit as the juice filled her mouth and nose, spinning out my throbbing climax as long as she could.

Finally I released her head and she spluttered and gasped, her face red and dripping. Her mouth was open, her lips swollen, her hair matted. We looked at each other and grinned tiredly.

‘You can take the dildos out now, slut,’ I said when my breathing had returned to normal. ‘Don’t look so sad – I’m sure you’ll try it again as soon as you get home. But I’ve got a present for you. Something for you to wear.’

‘Where is it?’ she whispered, looking around.

‘Where all the best things are, of course – in my pussy.’

Carla’s jaw fell open.

‘Well, get it out then.’

The girl eagerly slid a slim finger into my still throbbing and leaking vagina. She felt something and managed to hook it and started to pull. I almost came again at the feel of the wadded fabric sliding out of my passage. She held it up and untangled the object – a delicate cotton thong, its pink colour dark with my juices. She pressed it against her face and closed her eyes in bliss.

‘It’s been inside me since I got up this morning,’ I said. ‘All through my lectures. Now you know why I was so horny. Well, put it on then.’

Carla scrambled to her feet, the skirt still bunched around her waist, leaving the dildos on the floor. She stepped into the thong and pulled it up gently, easing her tender crotch into the sodden material. The wet cotton was almost transparent, revealing her own bare slit.

‘Feel good?’ I asked.

‘I’ll wear it all day and night,’ she said. ‘I’m never going to wash it.’

‘Hmm, it might start to smell after a while,’ I observed. ‘But that’s up to you. However, I expect you to be naked under your skirt for our next meeting, or you’ll be punished. And you know what that means.’

I saw her eyes flash with excitement.

‘Or rather, you don’t know what that means. Do you want to find out?’

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