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“Why do you want to go to the college here?” I asked, watching her as she took a sip of her soda, watching her throat work and remembering how she’d swallowed all my cum.

I was really trying my best to think with my mind and not with my dick, but it was damn near impossible. Knowing she wasn’t wearing anything underneath that uniform skirt had me rock hard. I clasped my hands together and rested them over the growing strain.

I didn’t want her to think I just wanted her just for sex. Sure, that was a large part, but Jane was so much more than sex. She was mine. Knowing she wanted to stay in town for school only made it even more official.

There were so many things to learn and know about her, so many layers to unravel and I was willing to take the time to do it.

“What do you mean?” she responded, wiping her mouth with a napkin.

“The school is small. You’re a very smart girl, Jane, not only in my class.” I took a quick pause. “If you wanted, you could go to the best schools anywhere in the country.”

I watched her, noting the way her brown eyes widened. She held a sharp intake of breath, released it, and stayed silent for a few seconds. She looked like she was nervous; the expression on her face was of worry as she wrinkled her forehead. I’d never seen this side of her – genuine concern.

She was the girl who knew how to carry herself and seemed like she’d never had a problem in life. She’d strutted along the school’s hallways with that bright smile and the sensual sway of her hips. Seeing her now – a different side – all the more piqued my interest.

“I’m not sure if I could do it…”

I moved one hand to her knee and squeezed it, pressing her to continue. She looked at me for a second before she tilted her head away.

“I’ve never left home. I don’t know the first thing about living independently.”

She stopped for a second, the hesitation evident. She stuck her bottom lip out and moved her eyes downwards. She looked ashamed.

I immediately crinkled my eyebrows. An ashamed Jane was a sight I never wanted to see. It didn’t fit her. She had so much potential for that kind of feeling.

“I’ve never had a job. I don’t even do my own laundry. I can’t cook. Everything’s been done for me, whether I wanted that or not. Sure, my parents will still pay for everything, but they’ve never been around.” She raised her hands up in the air and then dropped them. “I don’t know. I just have no interest in leaving here. I’m content staying in town for college.”

“Good,” I said. She was mine and I wasn’t having her go to a school two time zones away. I wouldn’t hold her back if it was her dream, but it wasn’t. Her damn parents hadn’t given her confidence to spread her wings. While she was content to go to college, venturing far was not exciting for her. Why should it when she didn’t have a secure and loving home life?

“Good?” she repeated, biting her lip.

“Because your pussy belongs to me, remember?”

She nodded and looked down. Her cheeks flushed prettily.

“Do you still want that? Do you still want me to be in charge of you?”

She looked up quickly. “Yes, sir.” Her voice was adamant.

“Good girl.”

I watched as she preened by the praise.

“It seems there are many lessons I have to teach you, don’t I?”

Her cheeks turned darker when she realized I was talking about fucking. Yes, I’d teach her exactly what I liked and I’d show her just how she’d love it, too.

“Yes, sir,” she said again.

Tucking her hair back behind her ear, I said, “They will include punishments, Jane. Are you prepared to be tossed you over my knee and spank you to learn a lesson? Fill your ass with a plug so you remember who’s in charge?”

Her eyes widened at that. Yes, I’d put a big plug in her ass so she’d remember who she belonged to, if required. Or, if I just wanted to. The more she knew how things would be, the better.

“You’ll punish me if I cook and burn dinner?” she asked, clearly worried.

“I’ll punish you for it if you were forgetful because you were playing a game on your phone.”

She nodded.

“I’ll punish you if I find out you were texting and driving. Or if you don’t have your phone with you when you go out. Or if you flirt with any college boys.”

She smiled then. “College boys? I don’t want a boy. I want… you.”

“You want a man who knows what he’s doing, don’t you?”

She nodded, glanced at me with those innocent eyes. “I like it when you take control,” she admitted, then glanced down at my cock.

She was still shy when it came to her sexuality, but she was getting better at owning it. She was starting to make eye contact more often, and she was always an eager student when it came to listening, making sure she heard and followed everything I said.

“Oh, you do?” The only response she gave was a nod, but that was more than enough. “Do you like it when I tell you what to do? When I tell you how to suck my dick?”

“Yes,” she whispered, and I watched as she closed her eyes for a second.

“When I punish you for being a bad girl?”

“Yes.”

“When I reward you for being good?” I put my hand on her bare thigh and slid it upward beneath the hem of her uniform.

“Hm—” I watched her take in a deep breath before she answered back, “Yes, I love it.”

“Did you touch yourself last night when you were alone in your bed? Did you spread those thighs and put your fingers in that virgin hole? Did you make yourself come?”

She shook her head vehemently.

“Well, you’ve definitely been a good girl then, following everything I say,” I began. I hooked a finger under her chin and tipped her head up until our eyes met. “And do you know what good girls get?”

Her cheeks quickly turning red. “I hope… I hope I get to come.”

“You’ll find out,” I said with a mischievous smile, as I slowly pushed her back onto the couch, so her back was comfortable against the cushion.

By the time I was done with her, she’d be a wet mess in my hand…or mouth. I couldn’t wait for it – seeing the look of euphoria from her first time being eaten out.

I dropped to my knees on the carpet in front of her. I didn’t hesitate to pull her ass closer to the edge of the couch before I spread her knees apart. I sucked in a breath when I saw the lips of her pussy glistening wet and taunting me. Inhaling, I breathed in her sweet scent.

“You’re dripping wet,” I growled, her cream even coating her thighs.

She moaned and lifted her hips when I slid my fingers through her desire. I wanted to take her slowly, almost painstakingly. I wanted her to beg desperately for me. For what I’d give her. No one else would make her this way.

I wanted her to moan and scream as loud as she wanted. I couldn’t care less if her noises kept my neighbors awake. She was eighteen. Everything we were doing was legal, but in this case, legal didn’t mean safe and boring. I almost chuckled loudly at the thought. I had a lot of things in mind, and none were safe or boring. There was a lot in store for her.

Bringing the wetness to my mouth, she watched as I licked my fingers clean. Her taste was sweet and tangy and my mouth watered for more.

I glimpsed her virgin hole with her lips parted and wanted to rip open my pants and sink into her. It wasn’t time yet. Even if I could claim her now, I wouldn’t. There were so many firsts with her I had to claim before I took her cherry.

“You like that?” I asked with a smile, the pad of my thumb rubbing circles over her clit. I felt a surge of confidence run through me when every soft touch I laid on her had her moving her hips. I couldn’t wait for the finale, and my dick was telling me to get on with it.

Jane spread her legs wider. Her pussy capped with only a narrow strip of pale hair. She kept it tidy, trimmed, and maintained, and I just couldn’t help but think that every second with her was full of surprises.

For a virgin, she certainly seemed to know what to do and how to act. My mind flitted instantly to the day before. She’d never even seen a dick in real life, but she sure knew how to suck mine. But the bashful looks and the soft, barely audible voice gave it away though – her being a virgin.

“Mr. Parker—” she moaned, eyes shut tight.

“That’s right, you’ll call me Mr. Parker when you’re wearing your uniform, when you’re my student,” I told her. “I want to hear that when you’re begging me for the dirtier, naughtier things I’m going to do to you.”

A moan and then two came out from her lips, as her head fell onto the cushion and she arched her back.

“Undo your blouse and show me your breasts.”

Her hands came up to the tiny buttons and undid them, parting the sides so that her pert mounds were exposed.

I tsked her. “No bra, Jane. Did anyone else see your hard nipples through that thin blouse? Did anyone else see those pert tits bob and sway as you walked?”

“No sir,” she said as I cupped one and brushed my thumb over the tight tip. It was a perfect handful, not too big, perhaps a B cup… if she wore a bra. They were high and perky, just as a young lady’s should be.

She gasped at one gentle pinch.

Perfect. Seemed my little student like a little pain with her pleasure.

As I played with her breasts, I lowered my head and put my mouth on her. Finally.

She was slick and sweet and I could eat her pussy for hours.

But I’d kept her on edge since the day before. She’d been spanked and I’d played with her clit before she sucked my cock. Then I’d left her hornier than ever. Now, she was so primed a flick of my tongue on her clit set her off. She writhed and screamed as her cream coated my lips.

The sound of her orgasm almost had me coming. Her thighs had clamped around my head and they’d quivered as she came. Her breathing was ragged and I knew when she touched herself it had never been like this.

No, she’d come all over my face.

“Please,” she begged.

“What do you need, young lady?”

She was sprawled lewdly on my couch, her uniform skirt bunched up about her waist, her legs parted and her pussy on display, all hot pink and swollen, dripping onto my leather couch cushion. Her pert tits were visible with her prim blouse parted, the pale skin glistening with sweat. She was every schoolgirl fantasy I ever imagined.

“More,” she breathed.

“More what?” I asked. “Use your words and tell your teacher.”

“Your cock. Please. I feel… I feel empty.”

I’d longed to hear those words from her lips. With a gentle touch, I swirled her entrance. “Your pussy’s off limits. No cock in that hole.”

She whimpered her disappointment.

“I know it’s hard, but doctor’s orders. I’ve already claimed your mouth.” Moving my finger lower, I circled the crinkled rosebud of her ass.

“If you want my cock, then I’ll take this hole next. Has any boy ever touched you here?”

She tensed, but her head thrashed from side to side as I circled and pressed against the tight hole. “No.”

“Then this will be tonight’s lesson. Taking my cock in your ass.”

“B-but—”

“You’re wearing your uniform, young lady. You’re going to be my good student aren’t you, Jane?”

She opened her eyes and I saw they were blurry with passion, but filled with a wariness that only came with innocence. She looked down at herself and tugged her blouse closed, although it did nothing to make her look any less erotic.

Besides seeing her and defiling her in her schoolgirl outfit made me hot as fuck, it was also a symbol of her role. My student. Mine.

“Yes, sir.”

“That’s right.” Using her cream to ease the way, I pressed the tip of my finger into her back entrance. She moaned at the slight invasion before I retreated, stood and scooped her up into my arms.

“Good girl. That virgin hole’s mine, too, and I’m taking it right now.”