Education of Chelsea: New Lesson

His tongue darted out to tease at my cunt again, skillfully driving me over the edge of control as I moaned deeply, moving my hands to the top of his head. Curling my fingers into his dark hair, my head fell back as soft most lips parted. I shifted my stance, one leg flexing in an attempt to draw him closer. "Ohhh Master ... oh, please," I begged, the words spilling out as I trembled against his mouth.

Before too long he stood up, licking his lips hungrily as his gaze locked with mine. He slowly smiled and simply pointed towards his desk. "Clear it off and bend over it," he commanded and I could see his eyes slowly raking over me.

I had to hold on to him for a moment. My knees were suddenly weak as I felt my heartbeat quicken. Every time he changed tactics, I just KNEW that this was it ... that he was going to put an end to my virginity and even as I hungered for it, it still scared me.

Following the line of his pointing, my tongue draped out over my lips before I moved to carefully clear off his desk. I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I slowly bent over it, auburn hair fanning out like a halo of fire. The smooth lines of my back were exposed to him as my ass hitched up just enough to be a blatant invitation for his will.

"Pull your cheeks apart."

I turned my head, resting my cheek to the top of the desk as my hands slipped back again to spread my cheeks. I couldn't help but feel very vulnerable in this position as I felt another flush kiss my face. A low throaty whimper escaped as my legs repositioned further apart to hold the stance before him.

"Wider Chelsea," he commanded, his voice laced with desire. "I want to see your asshole."

I gasped softly, a moan rippling through me just to hear him being so forceful. Honestly, I loved it ... Pulling my cheeks wider, I could feel my blush deepen even more.

"Now Chelsea, these are vaginal beads," I heard him explain as his fingers reached out to gently stroke over my exposed clenched hole. "These are not anal beads. Anal beads are three-fourths of an inch around. Vaginal beads, on the other hand, are an inch and a half." He let those words seep in for a moment before he announced, "Let me know when you want the first bead."

My eyes widened, hearing his words and I swiveled my head around to look at him but my reply was suddenly cut off as he leaned down between my legs to stroke the swollen folds. I groaned deeply, feeling his tongue press his tongue into my still buttered ass before sliding it down to the untouched lips of my drooling cunt. I couldn't help but jerk against the desk as my fingers continued to hold my ass cheeks apart for him.

I was in heaven as he licked at my cunt, stroking it with his tongue and murmuring along with the vibrator that had been a constant torture since he had turned it on. My body began to writhe against the desk, eyes closing again and I knew it was more than apparent that I was craving to be taken. This prolonged torture was getting the best of me as I shifted beneath him.

I cried out in need, something tearing inside, pushing me into begging him to complete me. I knew he was waiting to hear me ask for the beads and part of me wanted to; but that other part of me was deafly afraid.

I jerked beneath him, the words finally expelled from my lips on a groan, "Master ... please ..."

I could feel him pull back to better hear and felt his gaze as I jerked and quaked. "Please what?" His words only urged me to continue with my pleading.

Moaning deliciously, I couldn't quite believe that I was actually going to beg him to do things to me that I had shied away from as long as I could remember. I could feel my blush deepen as I finally whispered, scarcely believing I was saying it, "Please use the beads ..."

"You don't sound too convincing, slut," he said, torturing me by trying to draw me out of my shyness. "Beg."

I gasped sharply, my whole body trembling at his words. I knew that I would beg him to do just about anything he wanted as my nails pressed deep to my own flesh. "Please Master ... please, just use me," I choked out. I could feel my face flame crimson with the reality of my own words.

But Master wouldn't be satisfied with just that. He shook his head some, looking at me as he waited for what he wanted. "Use you with what?" he pressed.

I cried out in both frustration and need. I knew what he specifically wanted to hear me say but it was the last one small thing that I was holding on to. But finally ... finally I begged him in a low, husky voice ... "Please use the beads, Master ... I'll do whatever you want!" The last part came out in a low moan of need.

"Where?" he pressed again, pushing my limits.

My frustration was growing into an unbearable need as I writhed on the desk before him. One part of was in shock that I would even CONSIDER begging for what he wanted to hear but despite the reservations, despite what my head was screaming to hold on to, I could hear my voice doing it anyway. "Oh god Master ... use them in my ass ... please!! You're driving me insane!"

He chuckled and rubbed the first bead over my skin to gather the melted butter as a lubricant. Then he pressed the bead to my anus and I knew, instinctively, it would hurt more than the butter did. Oh God! It seemed like it wouldn't fit inside as it started to stretch the rim painfully.

Blinking back the sudden rush of tears that stung threateningly at my eyes, I was determined to be what he wanted me to be as I gasped and moaned over his desk. Just as I felt like I was about ready to give up and scream for mercy, the ring of my ass stretched open wide and I could feel the bead pop into my ass.

Turning my face into the curve of my arm, I buried the cry of anguish as I tried to relax and accept what he wanted to do with me. He didn't press the bead deeply but instead just let it dangle there, making it feel like it would pop out. I couldn't help but shudder and whimper as I felt it just resting there, beyond the rim of my anus. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to pull it out or push it in deeper.

When he tugged on the bead lightly to make it feel like he was going to pull it out, I moaned sharply, feeling the little rosebud clench around it only to draw it back in. He chuckled before reminding me, "Tell me when you're ready for more, baby ... you're not done."

Turning my cheek again, my eyes closed as I gasped for breath, chanting over and over in my head to relax. I nodded some, trying to get the words to come out again but all I could do was sob pitifully in response to his question.

He waited patiently for a moment until he decided that I was apparently taking too much time to beg and tugged on the bead again. I moaned and shifted beneath him before I managed to squeak out, "I'm ready." But nothing happened and the more time that passed, I realized that wasn't what he was waiting for.

Pressing my ass back against his hand, I began to beg again, "Oooooo more Master ... please!"

"More what slut? Beg lewdly girl ... I know you can talk dirty," he urged.

Groaning, my head thrashed some as he forced me to bring out what I still desperately, at times, tried to keep buried inside. A soft sob escaped as I finally begged softly, "Take my ass, Master ... make it yours! Please, do whatever you want to do ... just please fuck my ass!" I was shocked to hear myself beg for it and sobbed softly over the edge of his desk.

I heard him chuckle softly as he pressed the second bead to my anus. This one went in just as hard and painful as the first, pushing the first bead deeper to stretch and fill me. I groaned, biting back a sob at the pain of my ass hole being stretched to accommodate the beads but something inside suddenly wanted to feel HIM pushing into me, even in this tight cramped spot. I knew that with every push of a bead, neither one of us were going to be satisfied with this for long.

Again the bead rested just past the rim of my anus to make it feel like it was going to pop out. "What do you think baby?" he teased. "Five one and a half inch beads, stacked end on end equals seven and a half inches ... your ass definitely won't be virgin anymore, will it?"

I could only sob and gasp for breath in response. He didn't waste much time to press the third bead against me, whispering, "Don't make me pull each begging session from you girl ... beg for it ... now!"

Jerking beneath him, tears stung my eyes as my mouth fell open, gasping for breath as I simply obeyed. "Fuck me, Master! Please don't stop! Fuck my ass, Baby!" I begged; my whole body on fire.

Chuckling, he pressed the third bead into me quickly and with a firm {pop}, it rested in my ass as the fourth was instantly pressed to my sore, stretched rim. I cried out, burying my head against my arm as my anus was stretched. Shuddering helplessly beneath him, his chuckle sent a shiver down my spine even as my ass seemed to push back for more.

My arms were sore and aching from reaching back to hold my cheeks open as I groaned helplessly, "Don't stop ... please Master!" But even as I begged, a part of me wanted this part over with ... but then again, a part of me wanted even more.

He pushed the fourth bead against me slower this time. I knew he loved to see me quake in the mixture of both helpless need and the pain of being stretched again to take the bead. With another pop, it nestled into my tight bud, pushing the others an inch and a half deeper.

"One more Baby," he encouraged me but I managed to glance back and catch the grin on his face as he added, "But you're still not done."

Moaning deeply, I could feel a lone tear slide down my flushed cheek as I turned my head once more. Gasping for breath, I knew that he was far finished as my ass pushed back again, trembling as I begged, "Yesssss ... do it Master ... take my ass!"

I could see him grin as I began to beg lewdly with both my words and body. Pushing the fifth and final bead against my rim, he slowed it up some, as if purposely making me hurt and cry. I had always heard some pain was good in order to make the pleasure more intoxicating when it came later.

As he pushed the bead past the rim with the now-familiar {pop} until only a string dangled out, I cried out, a sob ripped from my throat as I trembled uncontrollably beneath him. Tears were racing down my cheeks as I buried my face into my arm. Red marks were undoubtedly showing on my ass cheeks where I had dug my nails into my own flesh from the intensity of it. Sobs were making my entire body quake, coupled with the buzzing on my clit and the beads shoved into my stretched hole.

"Now stand up and kiss me," he commanded, taking a step back to give me some room.

Slowly releasing my cheeks, my hands moved to the desk beneath and pushed upwards, trembling uncontrollably. My legs felt like jelly as I turned to him, flushed cheeks stained with tears as I stepped closer to the man I loved, offering my lips up to his with a sob.

He leaned down and kissed me firmly, the intimacy comforting and in that moment I could feel that he was pleased. I couldn't help but moan softly as his lips claimed mine, long lashes fluttering open as I watched him pull away, turn and walk towards his chair to sit, patting his lap in invitation.

"Come," he said in a soft, soothing voice.

Willing my legs to work, I moved towards him, trying to get used to the feeling of the beads shoved deep inside of my ass. Slithering into his lap, I wiggled closer as my palms pressed to his shoulders and despite the tears, I gazed at him with lust-filled eyes.

Master kissed me again, deeply this time as his strong hands pulled my hips closer to press his cock firmly against the opening of my cunt in hint. I could feel the vibrator buzzing between them and I couldn't help but moan as his lips claimed mine again.

Shifting my hips over him, I could feel my entire body on fire for him as my hands began to take on a life of their own; moving to the back of his neck, fingers delving into his hair as he positioned himself against me. My moans were lost in the recesses of his mouth and I could hear him groan softly as I shifted on top of him.

Aligning myself with his hard shaft, I could feel him pressing up against me insistently. I wanted him like no other and at times like this I knew the feeling was returned tenfold. Using my hands as leverage on his shoulders, I lifted up some to feel his cock head press against my soaking slit and then pushed down, causing his cock to slowly slide easily into the hot, moist depths.

My cunt muscles clenched around him as I cried out in lust; the sensations were almost more than I could bear! "Oh Master ... Master!" I cried as my nails slid down his shoulders to grasp at his arms.

He groaned softly as my hips rocked against him, fucking him for as long as he would let me. I could feel his cock stretching my pussy just like the beads were stretching my ass. Just as my body stood hinged on the edge of another orgasm, he suddenly stilled to speak firmly.

"Go lay on the bed ... face in the pillow, ass in the air."

I bit back a frustrated groan as he left me hanging on the edge once again. I wanted ... no, NEEDED to feel him thrust deeper within me, blue eyes melded to his momentarily as he stilled.

With a soft sigh, I reluctantly pushed off of him with a needful moan. I could feel his cock slide out, my juices trickling down over his thighs as I moved away from him with a glance backwards before laying on the bed like he commanded.

Whimpering softly, I could feel him move up to kneel on the bed behind me, his strong hands grasping my hips gently as he whispered, "Play with your cunt."

I desperately needed him to fuck me now more than ever and a soft groan lifted as I began to beg again. "Master ... please..." Unable to stop the needful lust I felt for him, my fingers moved between m y body and the bed to touch and tease, pushing against my gaping cunt and the vibrator that continued to push me to the limits of my bare-thread control.

I moaned into the pillow, my fingers clenching the sheets beneath me as he leaned down to lick at her pussy, sucking the dripping juices from her petals. My hips pushed back, needful for more as he grasped the string dangling from my ass and pulled just a bit , causing my tight rosebud to clench.

The fifth bead pressed against the inside of my anus, but he didn't pull it hard enough for it to come out. A searing sore pain shot through me as his actions mirrored those of pulling the beads out but instead, he alternated pulling the string with pressing a finger against my ass, sodomizing me with the beads. I could sense the tension building and knew I was quickly approaching another climax.

"Beg me to fuck your ass harder," he said. I want to know when you're cumming."

Gasping at his command, I could only groan and nod in answer as I drew a deep shaky breath. My whole body was tightly coiled, hinging on the next release as I began to beg in a stronger voice than I realized I had at this point. "Fuck my ass Master ... oh god, please do it ... harder, oh Master!"

Apparently he was eager to do it because he began fucking me with the beads harder and a bit faster but still ... not pulling them out. Instead he just ground them into my stuffed, sore asshole. I knew he delighted in holding me suspended in those agonizing moments of pre-orgasm, prolonging them in that point of no return. They were, admittedly, delicious but not being able to cum was ripping through me!

I moaned as a shudder coursed right through me, suddenly realizing that a part of me was actually starting to enjoy this. My ass was pushing back some as if in blatant invitation for him to continue; my fingers were curling deeper into the sheets in pleasure as I moaned uncontrollably.

"Ohhhhh .... mmmmm ... please, Master please!"

I could see him grinning at my obvious pleasure, grinding the beads right into my tight little hole and shoving them deeper with his finger. Then he would pull on them again just until the fifth bead pressed tightly, painfully against the swollen rosebud with the threat of popping out. The instant I started to spread to let it go, he would pop it back in, pushing it deep and hard.

Gasping and crying out as he teased my sore hole, I was unable to deny the pleasure erupting between my trembling thighs. When he ground the beads in deeper, my fingers thrust into my spasmming cunt as I writhed before him, crying out for release.

"Ohhhhh ... fuck me ... oh Master ... yessssss, please!"

I could feel him watching me stroke and tease myself as he tugged at the beads more insistently, making me clamp down to keep them inside. Then he shoved them back inside deep and hard, the full length of his middle finger fucking me as I began to beg more and more lewdly. I could sense the building tension in me about ready to explode.

Writhing beneath him, I began to jerk a bit more wildly, my fingers plunging into my hot, wet depths. The sensations were building, pushing me closer and closer to the edge as my ass clenched around the beads. I was hungry to feel him fill me in that way ... spread until I couldn't take any more and I cried out, the mere thought of it sending me over the edge, my whole body tensing and quaking before him.

When the first indication of my climax was apparent, he pulled the string just hard enough for one of the beads to pop out. With the second squeeze, another popped out ... each contraction releasing another bead to empty me, making me feel emptier than I had in my entire life.

Screaming out with the intensity of my orgasm, I muffled my cries into his pillow as my fingers buried deep into my trembling cunt. As he slowly pulled the beads out, my ass clenched at the air almost as if it was reluctant to let them go. As my orgasm began to subside, I suddenly gave way to the intensity of our session and sobbed into the pillow, my whole body spasmming and shaking.

I could feel him reach down between my legs to press the vibrator against my clit, suddenly remembering that it was there. I jerked, the movement almost breaking the position he had put me in as my head came off the pillow, crying out in surprise.

The sensation on my hyper-sensitive flesh caused my eyes to fly open only to find his gaze on me. Tears were streaming down my flushed cheeks and my eyes closed as he leaned in to kiss them away tenderly, caringly ... reassuring me once again that I would do anything for him.

His lips were affectionate against my face as he continued to sensually grind the vibrator against me. I gasped, knowing he was trying to drive me towards another orgasm. My voice was husky as I groaned, "Ohhhh god ... Master ..."

Small little spasms continued to rocket through me, unable to stop them any more than I could have stopped a freight train with just the simple command of 'no'. I could hear him whispering soft nothings as he drove me unmercifully.

"You did so good baby ... don't stop now. You're such a good girl ... Master loves you." He kissed me firmly for a moment before pulling back, continuing to rock pressure on the vibrator, tilting it this way and that over my clit. It was humming violently against the super-sensitive hardened nub and surrounding petals.

My whimpers were evolving into moans that morphed into screams and then back to mews as he continued to drive me forward. My body responded to him like I had never responded to another, his words melting over me like a security blanket. He comforted me and I trusted him completely, even as my body continued to spasm almost violently.

"That's it baby ... just cum," he reassured me, his voice strong in my ear. "Tell me when you've had enough and we'll sleep."

His pressed the vibrator harder against my clit, causing me to cry out one more time as my whole body spasmmed and jerked. Unable to hold the position any more as I screamed, I collapsed against him as he held me, a single word brushed past my lips in a hoarse whisper, "Mercy ..."