Stacey Baby

The following story is from my fantasies, please email me with your thoughts on it ... ENJOY!

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Stacey had thick, shoulder-length brunette hair, scintillating bluish gray eyes, and was at the least a hefty 34C, and her shirt framed her fabulous cleavage teasingly, with about a 25 inch waist and 35 inch hips on a 5'4 body; creamy smooth long legs, topped with an inebriating mini-skirt; she was built for sex!

I watched her from across the room, moving as she played pool. Shot after sweet shot, she sunk her balls, and the moment I'd been waiting for, she was at an angle directly in front of me—I could clearly see up her skirt as she leaned forward. As she lined herself to take the shot, she looked over her shoulder at me and asked,

"Jay, can you see up my skirt?"

I answered her, "No."

She smiled and winked, as she set herself. As soon as Stacy drew her cue back, I commented,

"Nice purple panties, hon!" with a smile.

She missed her shot as the room filled with laughter filled the room, and she fell on the table. I was smiling ear-to-ear as she walked over to me with her lips and eyes pursed in mock anger; she wrapped her arms around my head and smiled at me before sitting in my lap,

"Thanks for keeping my secret, baby."

I took her out of the room and whispered in her ear while I cupped her pussy mound in my hand and squeezed,

"You go commando often, here at college?"

Stacy just cooed and licked her lips, "I was feeling naughty this evening, Master, and I was bored." She reclined on my shoulder, as I took her outside.

I whispered to her, "I about fainted when I looked and saw your holes displayed for those guys to see; those are my toys."

Stacy looked at me with a contorted face and pleaded, "I'm so sorry, Master; I swear I won't do it again ... I swear, I swear, I swea—"

I took her behind a leafy tree in back of the main building. "It'll be fine, baby, everything'll be fine."

I cupped her bare bottom and squeezed her cheeks as I kissed her softly and pressed my finger against her asshole. Stacey instinctively stood and bent over in front of me, showing me the bare curve of her hip and protruding pussy mound.

I rubbed my hand over her supple flesh kneading and pinching her rolling lobes. She pressed back into my palm, as I caressed her taut smooth skin, and then braced for what was coming. I lifted my hand away from her cheeks and slapped her ass repeatedly until the skin was loose and warm; my hand prints all over her stinging red cheeks. She wiggled her bottom, and started to stand up straight. I stopped her,

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm not finished yet, gotta teach you a lesson."

She smiled and wiggled her ass in the cool night air as I caressed the sting out of her hot butt. My hand trailed down and up through her slit,

"God, you thrill me, baby!"

Stacey looked back at me, "I'm ready, Master."

I took my belt off and lashed it gently over her exposed butt a few times. I leaned to kiss her forcefully on the mouth as I looped the belt in my hand, whispering,

"I love you so much, baby!"

Stacey smiled and braced as I traced the leather over her lithe skin, and then I raised the belt away from her ass and brought it down with a loud smack; the seams of the belt left a fleeting red mark on Stacey's skin. I lashed the belt over her ass repeatedly, listening to her muffled yelps. Stacey's knees buckled a few times, but hardly made a sound as the belt landed forcefully against her ass. When her ass was throbbing and red and gave off a lot of heat, I paused, looking at the crisscross patterns on her skin; her pussy glistening in the moonlight as she panted, but I wasn't through yet. I reached forward and buried my thumb in her drenched pussy, pumping tenderly for a few seconds to get it adequately wet before putting it deeply in her aching ass. Stacey made a delighted sound as my first two fingers plunged into her hungry cunt, pumping both her yearning holes, as I used my ring finger to rub her throbbing clit. Stacey sounded in rapture and my hand was totally covered in her wonderful juices so I kept pumping faster and faster till her orgasm crashed through her body like a tsunami; she buried her face in my shirt and squealed as loud as she could with each pulse of her orgasmic tide,

"Thank you so much Master, I needed that! And you need to get to your rehearsal."

I loved her with every fiber of my being, and getting her off was especially a joy, she was so beautiful when she came, so precious, and oh so sweet. I licked my hand clean and savored every drop of her juice and gave her generous pussy a huge kiss, collecting all her cream as possible, hugging her with both arms,

"I needed that, baby, thank you!

She took a fresh pair of panties out of her purse and put them on with a smile,

"Anytime, Master!"

I turned my chair around and headed down the sidewalk to the auditorium for rehearsal.

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