“Amy, dear, I have something I want to talk to you about,” she started.
“What is it Mom?”
“Well, your Aunt Clara and I have been talking and she wants us to come visit her over Christmas Break. She says we can come for a visit and stay with her at her house. How would you like to spend Christmas vacation with Aunt Clara?”
Amy didn’t think too much of the idea. Aunt Clara was a clean freak and Amy always thought Aunt Clara’s house smelled of way too much pine oil and bleach. She kept all of her furniture covered in plastic, and Amy was afraid to touch anything. She was always afraid to get something dirty and she was never comfortable around her aunt. She loved her aunt, but to spend two weeks with her would be unbearable!
“Oh Mom! Do I really have to? I love Aunt Clara to death, you know that, but two weeks in that house would drive me crazy! You know she keeps it like a hospital and I am afraid to even breath there – not that I can since it stinks all the time with all the cleaning stuff she uses! Can’t I just stay here at home? I did it when you went to see Grandma and everything was ok,” Amy said.
“Well, I don’t know. A week was one thing and I was only at Grandma’s – she lives just a few hours away. I could have come home if there was a big emergency. But Aunt Clara lives a lot further away. We have to fly out to see her. It’s a lot harder to get back here if I have to suddenly,” she said.
“I’ll be ok, Mom. Remember, I have the neighbors if I need something. Plus I am getting older, you know. Please can I stay here? Pleeease?” she said.
“What will I tell your Aunt Clara? She wanted to see how big you’ve gotten you know.”
“Just tell her I have my friends here and we had already made plans for Christmas Break,” Amy said.
“Ok. I will let you stay here. But I will be calling you while I’m gone just to check in and see that you are all right. I will go grocery shopping and stock up the fridge and cupboards. I know you can cook some, so I won’t have to worry about that. Just don’t eat everything in one sitting or you’ll be hungry by the time I get back!” she said, laughing.
So it was settled, and the next day at school she made it a point to stop by Mr. Cramer’s class after school to let him know the good news. She knocked softly on the door to his classroom and after being acknowledged, she came in. Mr. Cramer was sitting at his desk going over the day’s classes.
“Sir, I wanted to tell you that my mom is going to visit my aunt over Christmas Break. My aunt lives in Wisconsin and she will be flying out on the 22nd and be gone the whole two weeks,” she said.
“I see. And you are not going with her, I take it?”
“No, Sir. I was kinda hoping… um…”
“You was hoping to come stay with me for the two weeks,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Yes Sir,” she said, looking down. She stood there in front of him fidgeting and fiddling with her fingers as she held her hands behind her back.
“Well I will think about it. We have a few days before school is out for Christmas Break and I will let you know,” he said. His response caught Amy off guard – she was sure he would have been more excited about the idea of having his slut for two weeks of uninterrupted lustful indulgence and debauchery. Yet when she brought the news to his attention, he seemed strangely cool and detached. She left his classroom puzzled and a bit saddened. Had she somehow done something wrong? Had she displeased him in some way? Her thoughts raced as she rode the bus home that day.
That evening as they ate dinner, Mom noticed Amy was strangely quiet. She picked at her food and didn’t say much about her day or anything else. Amy was usually a lot more chatty at mealtime, always eager to tell her Mom the latest news or gossip from school.
“Are you ok, honey?” Mom asked when she saw Amy lost in thought.
“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m ok Mom. Just thinking about something.”
“What has you so distracted, sweetie?”
“Oh it’s nothing, don’t worry.”
“Ok then. But if you need to talk, you know you can talk to me.”
“I know Mom. Thanks,” Amy said. She finished dinner, trying to pay more attention to what was going on around her.
She didn’t see Mr. Cramer for the next couple of days. Finally the last day of school before Christmas break came, and as luck would have it, she had Mr. Cramer’s class that afternoon. All morning long her mind was on his class and more importantly she wanted to ask him again about staying with him. But unlike most days when she was to see him, today she didn’t feel the normal tingle in her pussy. She didn’t get all flustered and her heart wasn’t racing. In fact, she had the worst case of butterflies in her stomach that she could remember. She was unusually nervous and scared of his class today. She had went over everything she had said and done the last time she was with him at least a dozen times. And for the life of her, she couldn’t imagine why he was so aloof and nonchalant when she approached him on staying with him over the break.
All that day she was torn – wanting to see him and yet dreading it at the same time. But time is relentless and before long she had to face her fears. She entered the classroom timidly, almost afraid to look at him. She took her seat without delay and prepared for class. At least it would be an hour before she had a chance to talk to him.
She paid attention to the class but stole glances several times at the clock over the classroom door. Sooner than she would have liked, the bell rang for the class to be dismissed and the other students began filing out on their way to their last class before leaving for the Christmas holiday break. Amy loitered a bit so she could talk to him. She went over what she wanted to say, how she wanted to apologize for whatever it was she had done wrong. She was fairly certain she wouldn’t be spending the whole two weeks with Mr. Cramer like she wanted, but she was hoping for a visit or two during the two weeks off of school.
“Mr. Cramer… may I speak with you?” she said, apprehensively.
“Yes, Amy, I wanted to talk to you as well,” he said. “You told me the other day that your mother would be going out of town for this next two weeks while you are on Christmas break. Is that still true?”
“Yes, Sir. She left this morning after I headed off to school.”
“I see. You also were looking forward to coming to stay with me, apparently, during our two weeks off, were you not?”
“Yes, Sir. But…” Amy started.
“But?” he asked.
“Sir, did I do something wrong or disappoint you in some way?”
“No, why do you ask that?”
“Well, it’s just the way you answered the other day… it sounded a little like you were angry with me. I thought when I told you my mom was going away for two weeks, you would be more excited about spending time with me. But you seemed… I don’t know… like you weren’t sure you wanted to,” she said, scared of his next words.
“Come here,” he said. Amy stepped towards him and he reached out grabbing her by the hair and pulling her roughly to him. He met her with a kiss – a deep, hard, passionate kiss that stole the breath away from her. He wrapped his other arm around her small waist and she melted into him. Their kiss lasted longer than any kiss she’d gotten from him before, and as far as she was concerned, it never had to end. But after long moments, he broke the kiss holding her chin up with one crooked finger and looked deep into Amy’s eyes.
“Ahh my little slut, I am sorry if I made you think I was angry with you. I am not, nor have I ever been, angry with you. But you see, as your Sir, I cannot always seem as overly excitable as you – it is inappropriate for me to show such impulses. Such dramatic emotional outbursts are more a trait of a slut like yourself. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now to answer the question I know is burning a hole through your heart right now… of course you can come stay with me. I wouldn’t have it any other way!” he said, with a smile.
Amy couldn’t hold back any longer, she broke down and began sobbing as his words sank into her tormented mind. “Oh Sir! I was so scared coming to class today! I thought you were mad at me! I thought that all the wonderful times we’ve had were over!” she blubbered.
“Well now you know better, little slut. So you’d better go wash your face and get off to your last class. After school, come back by here and I will take you home.”
“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
Amy left Mr. Cramer’s classroom in considerably better spirits than she entered with. She was elated and could hardly concentrate on her final class of the day. All she could think about was that in a mere hour’s time, she would be with him for two whole weeks! Her imagination created scenario after erotic scenario of the possibilities the next two weeks could contain. Her wildest and most carnal fantasies came to mind in a whirlwind of sensual delights. So steamy and sexually-charged were her thoughts that she could feel her pussy getting wet. She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times, rubbing her silky smooth thighs together in an effort to somehow lessen her aroused state. It was a very uncomfortable and difficult class to get through – and to make matters worse, it was algebra, her worst subject!
At long last the final bell rang and Amy jumped to her feet, quickly gathering her books and turning in her paper as she rushed past the teacher’s desk. This was one time she didn’t want to loiter – in fact she wanted to be the first one out of the class! She rushed out of class and down the two flights of stairs to get to her locker. Tossing her books in and getting her jacket and backpack out, she slammed her locker shut, giving the dial a quick spin and headed back to Mr. Cramer’s class as quickly as she could navigate the crowded hallways. There were over 1,000 other kids, all trying to get out of school and get on with their vacation as quick as they could too, and Amy had to get clear across the quite large school and up one floor!
But she got to Mr. Cramer’s biology classroom as quickly as she could and found him still grading papers when she arrived. Seeing he was busy, she quietly took a seat at the desk she normally sat at – front row and center of the classroom, where she could watch him as she did most other school days.
They went to Amy’s house and she packed some of her clothes and her makeup. She also put a few things she had purchased since they had been seeing each other… a sheer red babydoll negligee and a couple other sexy things she couldn’t wait to show him. When she finished packing her overnight bag, they left heading to Mr. Cramer’s house.
They arrived at his house and just like her last visit, she was left to unpack her clothes in the spare bedroom and afterward she came down to the living room where he was waiting for her.
“Come here slut,” he said, as she entered the living room. She came over and he pulled her into his lap. She sat there in his chair straddling his legs with her arms wrapped around his neck. She smiled broadly as she looked at this man that had done so much for her.
“So now that I have you here alone, slut, whatever will I do with you? What should we do with this time we have together?” he said. As he spoke his finger traced the edge of her blouse’s neckline down to the first button. A quick twist and the button popped open causing Amy to let out a little gasp. He smiled at her surprise and his finger continued down her front until he reached the front hook of her bra. He hooked his finger under the clasp and then looked at her.
“Please…” she whispered as their eyes locked.
“Please what, slut? What do you want? Tell me… tell me what you want, slut.”
“Please Sir… use your slut. Fuck your slut’s horny pussy and cum in her whore mouth… please Sir, take your pleasure in your filthy, dirty slut”.
“I see you are learning to use your words. I am pleased. A good slut not only pleases with her body, but shows her appreciation for being used with her words”.
“Thank you Sir,” Amy said, smiling broadly. Knowing she pleased him made her heart fly, and she swelled with pride.
“Now go over to the top drawer under the big screen TV and open it,” he said. Curious, Amy started to move towards the TV.
“Stop. Now come back her and crawl to the TV. And do it like a slut should,” he told her.
She got down on her hands and knees with her ass facing him. She hiked up her short skirt, thankful that she hadn’t worn panties that day (she rarely did these days unless there was a reason) and looked back over her shoulder at him, smiling seductively. She began slowly crawling towards the TV wiggling her naked ass as she did. She accentuated her hips teasing him with her tight ass and even spreading her legs a couple times to show him her pussy.
She reached the TV and opened the top drawer as he had told her. She looked inside and saw an assortment of dildos vibrators and other sex toys. She turned to look back at him smiling shyly. “Um… Sir?” she said, trying hard to stifle a giggle.
“Pick one and bring it back to me like a puppy would.”
Amy sat there for a moment, her finger in her mouth pensively, trying to decide which toy she wanted. She wanted to pick something that would please him… something that would challenge her. She knew that he loved to tease her and drive her crazy so she picked a toy that looked like it could do that very thing. She could feel her pussy getting wet just at the idea of what the toy would be doing to her. Amy put the dildo in her mouth like a dog would carry a bone, shut the drawer, and crawled slowly back to him with it.
Amy got back to Mr. Cramer’s seat and dropped the dildo “bone” into his hand sitting back on her heels afterwards. “Remove your blouse and your bra,” he commanded. Amy immediately unfastened the last two buttons and took off the items requested. Now topless and clad only in her short skirt, stockings and heels, she waited for his next command.
“Now then. I think we will start our time together with a little show. You are going to put on a little show for me to show me how happy you are to be here. You ARE happy to be here aren’t you?” he asked.
“Oh yes, Sir!” Amy said quickly, “I am very happy here, I always am. I am happier here with you than anyplace else, Sir.”
“I’m glad to hear that. Then you won’t mind performing for me.”
“I would be happy to perform for you, Sir. What would you like me to do?” Amy asked.
He got up from his chair and took a cushion off the sofa, tossing it onto the floor behind her. “Lie back. I want to watch you finger yourself. I want you to finger yourself until you are just about to cum. When you are ready to cum, you must ask me before you do, understand?
“Oh yes, Sir!” Amy said, smiling broadly. Mr. Cramer didn’t know it at the time, but Amy often fantasized about this very scenario when she was in bed at home. And her fantasies always produced the most wonderful orgasms. But this, however, was not a fantasy – she was actually here on the floor in front of him, half-naked, and being told to masturbate while he watched!
She lay back on the cushion, hiked her skirt up above her waist and spread her legs for him. She started her show by first playing with her tits, tracing circles around the aerolae and pinching and pulling her stiffening nipples. She dug her red-tipped fingers into the soft, pliable flesh and hefted the globes as she began to get herself aroused. Amy loved playing with her tits and she was pretty well endowed, being granted 34C size playthings. She was bigger than most of the girls her age, and a definite plus when you are a sex-crazed nymphomaniac! Her thick, crinkled nipples were also extremely sensitive and they seemed to be hard-wired to her brain. Sometimes if she wasn’t wearing a bra that day, just the breeze moving the fabric of her blouse across them would be enough to soak her pussy!
He sat there watching her fondle her tits, studying her intently as she became more and more impassioned. Amy had kept one hand busily mauling her tit, but the other hand began slowly drifting south, towards her smoldering pussy. She knew even in her heightened state not to rush things, so she began tracing her finger around her outer lips brushing very lightly over her clit as it swelled as if reaching up for more. Her pussy lips now thick and engorged with lust, opened slightly like the petals of a flower and he could see the glistening of her juices as they seeped out.
Amy licked her ruby lips and sighed audibly as her fingers played between her splayed legs. She rubbed her fingertips over her clit and the bolt of electricity that shot up her spine caused her to arch her back and her legs involuntarily opened still wider.
“Oooh,” Amy cooed softly.
“Is that filthy little pussy wet, slut?”
“Oh yes, Sir… very wet.”
“Pull it open and let me see. Open that tight little pussy and show me how wet you are,” he commanded. Amy pulled her pussy lips apart and showed him her wet, pink, interior.
“Yes, you are wet, slut. Good, very good.”
“Sir, may I… go inside? Please?” she moaned.
“Very well, slide two fingers inside and fingerfuck yourself. But remember not to cum, or there will be hell to pay!” he warned.
“Yes Sir,” Amy said. Amy slipped her two middle fingers into her warm wet hole, parting them a bit to sit on either side of her swollen clit. She began sliding them in and out while rubbing them over her sensitive button. The results were exactly what he wanted too – she began moaning louder and writhing on the floor as her passion-fire flared growing from the small flickering fire before into a now-raging inferno.
“Ohhh God, Sir!” Amy whimpered. She knew he could hear the wet squishing of her fingers as they plunged in and out of her dripping pussy. She knew that he could sense how hot she was getting and how she was quickly losing the ability to control her passions. But that’s just where he wanted her… on the edge of insanity, balancing precariously between obedience and her own need to plunge over the edge of her orgasm. He wanted her mind to be torn between following her body’s craving and her heart’s desire to please him. It was only in this duality that he could truly test her. So he watched with great interest as the girl before him slowly lost her senses and descended into madness. A lust-driven, depraved madness where the only thing that mattered was an urgent and insatiable need to cum.
“Please, Sir! Oh God, please may I cum! Ohhh, I need to cum… please I need to cuuuum!” Amy cried as she bucked and twisted on the floor like a woman possessed. She continued savagely plunging her fingers into her desperate pussy trying to reach the point of no return, where there was no way to stop her orgasm even if she wanted to. But he wasn’t going to allow her to reach that point.
“Stop!” he commanded. And with a bitter groan, Amy despairingly removed her slickened hand from her pussy. But Mr. Cramer wasn’t quite done with her yet. He slid out of his chair and came over to her panting young girl, taking her wet fingers and sucking her sweet nectar from them. Amy moaned again, almost cumming just from the sheer eroticism of his actions. He reached down between her legs and wet his own fingers in her pussy, then brought them to her lips to share in her sweetness.
Amy licked her juices off his fingers and then he lowered his head to give his sweet slut a long, passionate kiss. Amy’s lips parted and his tongue found hers to play together between their locked mouths. As he kissed her, his hand found it’s way to her sweat-dampened tit, squeezing the soft flesh and twisting her hard nipple. Amy moaned into his mouth and pulled him down on top of her. Amy wrapped her legs around his waist wanting to feel him between her legs.
“Oh please, Sir, please fuck me… fuck me right now!” Amy begged.
“My sweet sexy slut, we have time for that later. Right now we should get ready for dinner. After dinner we can see about… dessert!” he said kissing her again and giving her tit a final squeeze.
Amy knew it was going to be a wild, sexy Christmas vacation!
The above story is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and events in it are products of the author’s imagination and are used as fantasy. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All characters portrayed in this story are over sixteen (16) years of age.
