The English Tutor 2

As I was coming off the high from my orgasm, I glanced over to the doorway where Liliana stood with her books in her arms and her eyes wide. She had clearly seen the whole thing, and I made a risky decision.

“Get over here right now” I demanded.

She dropped her books and scurried over to my bedside and knelt at the end of the bed.

“Good girl,” I grinned. Tonight was going to be fun. I pulled my hand out of my sweatpants and put two fingers on her luscious pink lips.

“Open” I commanded.

She parted her lips and I shoved my fingers down her throat, loving the way she gagged on them.

“Are you going to be a good little bitch and fuck me, or will you need some persuading?”

She didn’t answer me quick enough so I used my free hand to harshly pinch her nipple. She cried out in pain as I continued twisting and pinching until she figured out how to talk around my fingers which were still in her mouth,

“No wait I’ll be good, please stop!”

“I like when you beg, you little whore. Now get on the bed.”

I pulled my fingers from her mouth, relishing in the fact that my pussy was getting wetter by the second. She looked so innocent on the bed. She had changed outfits and was now wearing a tiny black tennis skirt, two braids, and a pink zip up jacket with nothing underneath. I almost came right there thinking of all the naughty things I would do to her.

I slowly crawled up onto the bed until I was in between her legs. I began tracing up and down them with my nails, going as slow as possible to torture her. I looked up at her face to see it contorted in pleasure. I kept at it, going from her ankle to the triangle where her legs met, but never any farther. I could see her bright pink thong getting soaked as her pussy got wetter and wetter. Finally she broke.

“AAHH please please just touch me! I need you to rub my pussy and lick me until I come and then I need you inside of me! Oh please!”

I smiled and paused my agonizing torture. She looked relieved until I got up from the bed and went to my closet. She sat, pitifully looking at me as I rifled through a shoebox until I found what I was looking for. She gasped as I dangled the handcuffs from my middle finger.

“Ever tried these before?”