Misadventures Of Mister Pleasant-3

Professor Nathan Blythe looked like the typical nerd dressed in his Argyle sweater with the diamond pattern, a pair of dark denim jeans that ended right at his ankles, and his usual oversized spectacles. As he gave his lecture to about thirty students at Corpus Christi College in Cambridge, Debra Williams yawned for the fifth time in succession. The weedy-looking geek was waffling on about some stuffy books from the past.

"Oh, yes. Long before there was Fifty Shades of Grey, erotic writings had us turning fifty shades of red. Hah!"

His joke fell flat amongst the audience of mostly eighteen-to twenty-year-old students. He continued.

"Historically, erotic writing on its own has never been a big seller for the publishing industry, and it usually falls under the romance category. Some of my favourites to read are Memoirs of a Woman of Pleasure, published in 1749, and Memoirs of Fanny Hill, from a year earlier. The uncensored version of this saucy book remained banned in Britain until 1970. It's now available for free on the Internet, if anyone is interested."

The thirty-five-year-old Blythe looked around the seats, and he focused on Debra in particular. The girl had caught his eye during the past couple of weeks, and he was quite taken.

"It makes us think about what we want and what we don't have. Don't you agree, Miss Williams?"

Debra stirred in her seat as he addressed her directly.

"Who, me?"

"I noticed a certain lack of interest in the lecture. Do you read at all?"

The majority of the others tittered at his remark, and Debra bristled.

"I do."

"And how old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"Would you care to come to the podium and read to us aloud?"

"'Kay."

Debra padded down the steps in a pair of flip-flops and joined the man on the floor of the lecture hall. He took a long moment to fully admire her as she stood by him. She had the most fetching dark, ebony skin, and she looked relaxed and hot in her red mini skirt and white crop top. The hem of the skirt fell about an inch decent, and Nathan took a shine to her smooth and supple thighs. The black girl had a superb backside and wide hips. The kind he often obsessed over, and he imagined standing behind her while he fucked the hell out of her.

"I want you to read Henry Miller's Tropic of Cancer. From this page. It's a real eye-opener. Here, Miller has an affair with Tania, and he fantasises about her."

"Oh, Tania," Debra started to speak to the audience. "Where now is that warm cunt of yours, those fat, heavy garters, those soft, bulging thighs?"

She paused to see Nathan staring right at her intently.

"There is a bone in my prick six inches long. I will ream out every wrinkle in your cunt, Tania, big with seed. I will send you home to your Sylvester with an ache in your belly and your womb turned inside out. Your Sylvester! Yes, he knows how to build a fire, but I know how to inflame a cunt. I will shoot hot bolts into you, Tania. I will make your ovaries incandescent."

Debra visibly blushed. She again looked at the man who was barely three inches from where she stood, and she became mesmerised by the way his grey eyes bored into hers through his big glasses. Up close, she thought she could make out a burly physique beneath his short-sleeved sweater. And his square jaw and medium-cut hair insinuated that there was something ridiculously sexy about the nerd. Something drew her to him like a moth to a flame.

"Well read, Debra. So you see, even in 1934, there was some juicy literature about it. Sex wasn't invented in the last couple of decades. Men and women have been fantasising about it for centuries."

"Do you dream about fucking, Professor?" yelled one student from the fifth row.

They all laughed, including Nathan, who turned to face the exotic nineteen-year-old beside him.

"Very much so. Do you, Debra? It's alright. Off you go back to your seat."

She felt his warm hand on her bottom as he steered her back up the steps. He carried on his lecture as she sat in silence. It seemed to her that he was checking her out as he spoke. And that seemed to introduce a warm tingling in her loins. What was it about this man? Debra found herself daydreaming of him lying on top of her in the raw as he reamed her sopping pussy with his massive boner. Bloody hell, she thought. She was smitten with this geek!

"Thanks for coming, people. Very nice of you. Oh, Debra. May I speak with you?"

The girl approached Blythe, who waited until they were alone in the hall.

"Debra. I've been thinking of creating a drama class, and I think you show excellent promise as an actress."

"Really?"

"The way you read those lines proved it. I was wondering if you might come along to my rooms and read some more. If you are free. I'm sure you have a boyfriend."

"I have three, actually. But nothing special."

"Three! How open-minded. What do you say?"

"I'll give it a try. No harm in that. See you later?"

He smiled to himself as he sashayed to the exit. He focused on her bubble butt and rubbed his chin. No harm? Well, maybe."

x

When Debra showed up at eight, Nathan was highly delighted. The girl had donned a yellow tank top and incredibly tight-fitting grey leggings that were high-waisted and seamless. The fabric hugged her mons and bottom so much that she seemed to be naked. He liked how her black hair was cut to shoulder height, and how it had nice curly waves to it.

"Evening, my dear. Enter my humble abode."

She stepped into a modestly sized room which had lots of books and little furniture. She sat on the two-seat sofa, and the man joined her.

"Drink?"

"I'm good, thanks. So, what are we reading?"

"I thought of one of the classics. Romeo and Juliet."

"Shakespeare? Isn't that a bit stuffy?"

"It's just a good choice to help you enunciate. It won't be that bad. Hmm, I've only got the one copy. No matter, we can share. Here we are. You start. You're Juliet."

Debra cleared her throat as Nathan bumped her thigh with his.

"But to be frank, I give it to thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep. The more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite. Wow! That's beautiful!"

"Isn't it?"

Debra smiled back as she became confident and found herself acting a little sexy. Nathan complained of feeling hot, and he removed his sweater. He sidled up closer, and Debra swore that she could see his dick move in his pants.

"Now, I'll read Romeo. 'Right. O, blessed, blessed night, I am afeard. Being in night all this is but a dream. Too flattering sweet to be substantial. Bondage is hoarse and may not speak aloud. Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies. And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine.' Like that?"

"Hairy tongue?"

He laughed at her naivety.

"Not hairy, airy. Look, my tongue is not hairy."

He licked his lips and poked his tongue out at her. His bright grey eyes held hers for an age until he stood up, breaking his spell.

"I do apologise, Debra. But this humid weather we're experiencing this Summer is too much."

With that said, he dragged his plain white T-shirt off over his head to display his smooth, hairless chest. She stared transfixed at his surprising reveal, showing the teenager his broad and muscled upper body. His straight hair met the tops of his bare shoulders as he also removed his glasses.

"Forgive me for saying so, Professor, but you don't exactly seem like an English tutor. You give everyone the impression of a nerdy type. Do you work out?"

"Once upon a time. Get it? I impressed myself there. Anyway, you don't exactly look like a student of English Literature yourself."

"I'm not really. I was hoping further education might help me find a job, but I'm getting pretty bored. I've only been here for six months. Still, it's been worth it for all of the..."

Debra paused mid-sentence.

"For?"

"For the... you know..."

"The sex?"

"Yeah."

"Well, despite your misgivings, do you fancy another read tomorrow evening? About seven?"

"Sure. I'll come."

"Excellent."

That night, as Debra lay in bed alone, she couldn't stop thinking of Nathan with his bare torso, hypnotic gaze, and manly square jaw. True, he was eleven years older than her, but just picturing his masculine physique as he towered over her. She found herself looking forward very much to the next visit.

x

"Get inside and hurry up about it. Immediately! You've already kept me waiting for forty-five minutes."

Without his spectacles, Nathan's steel-grey eyes glowered into hers. Debra was taken aback. She was late, and she tried to explain.

"But, I was..."

"I don't want to hear any excuses. Either come in or leave and not come back."

"If I could just..."

"Now!"

The man was obviously in the foulest of moods, she thought. He wore a singlet vest and shorts, and she observed his longish hair kept falling over his right cheek. She followed him in silence to the main room and stood on ceremony.

"Sit down then!" he ordered her brusquely.

"Maybe I should just go."

"If you want, then go. Bloody girls wasting my time!"

Blythe looked at the shaken Debra and spread his hands.

"I do apologise, my dear. It's this tedious humid weather we're having of late. It disagrees with me. Look, I've made some lemonade. Let's have some and read."

"Very well."

She sat, and he returned with a pitcher of cloudy lemonade with two glasses on a tray. By this time, he had taken off his vest and was bare-chested as previously. Debra looked fresh in her halterneck mini dress with the open back. The creamy white set off her dark skin to perfection.

"How adorable you look this evening. Simply charming. I must look a fright."

She shifted on the sofa as he plonked down beside her. He looked good. His body was muscled in all the right places, and he never left hers.

"I picked out some riveting literature from a Victorian journal called the Pearl. It's exciting stuff. You read from... here."

The radiant girl took the creased book and started to read out loud.

"He peppered her with renewed and luscious kisses, thrusting the velvet tip of his tongue between her lips. Oh! oh! You will hurt! She seemed to sigh rather than speak, as her legs relaxed a little of their spasmodic contraction."

Debra paused as Nathan placed his hand on her right knee.

"His lips continued glued to hers, their otherwise disengaged arms clasped each other closely round the waist, and her hand held his affair in a kind of convulsive grasp."

"That implies she was grasping his erection, you see?"

Nathan drew Debra closer with his left hand on her bare back.

"Whilst his fingers were busy with clitoris and cunny, the only audible sound resembled a mixture of kisses and sighs. In a moment he felt her crack deluged with a warm, creamy spend whilst his own juices spurted over her hand and dress in loving sympathy."

"Quite erotic for the Victorian era, isn't it?"

"It is."

Debra closed her legs as she felt her muff moisten in her knickers.

"There's more."

"In a short while they recovered their composure a little, and he explained to her that the melting ecstasy she had just felt was only a slight foretaste of the joy he could give her. By inserting his stiff member in her cunny. He persuaded her to stand up by the gate and allow him to enter behind her. She hid her face in her hands on the top rail of the gate, as he slowly raised her dress. His prick's stiffness was renewed in an instant at the sight of her delicious buttocks, so beautifully relieved by the white of her pretty drawers."

"Deary me! It's so bloody hot in here!"

Nathan stood up abruptly and dropped his shorts, remaining in just a skimpy pair of briefs. He gulped down a glass of lemonade, tipping half of the contents down his front, thereby wetting his underwear. The outline of his tackle could not have been more pronounced.

"Let me continue." He took the book and settled back. "I could see the lips of her plump pouting cunny, deliciously feathered, with soft light down. Her lovely legs, drawers, stockings, and pretty boots, made a tout ensemble, which caused me to swell in my breeches; it was a most delicious sight. I knelt and kissed her bottom, cunt slit, and everything my tongue could reach. It was all mine. I stood up and prepared to take possession of the seat of love."

"You said me."

"What?"

You changed the point of view from him to you."

"Did I? I suppose that's why I have this."

Nathan pulled his damp briefs down to let his erection rise against his stomach. He grinned as he took her right hand and placed it around his boner.

"Oh! she gasped as she squeezed his hot shaft.

His hard cock was a marvel! All of seven inches long and perhaps even more. They said nothing as the black teen started to jerk him off in her fist. He looked at her with a calm expression that hinted at something immoral. This man was no nerd.

"That's... big, Professor."

"It is, isn't it?"

He sat back a bit more as Debra stroked him with languid flicks of her wrist. She saw his fat balls shake as he shifted on the sofa. The skin on his stiff organ moved as she rubbed him faster. As Debra sped up, her fingers met his tapered helmet, which had become wet with the mans pre cum. The bloated knob felt spongy to the touch, and as her hand became a blur, the big blue vein showed down one side of his prick.

"Shall I suck it, Professor?"

"No. Are you having dirty thoughts? I think this lesson is over for tonight."

"What? But we're just getting started."

"It's your own fault. You kept me waiting too long. I abhor tardiness. Now, fuck off!"

Debra left, feeling confused and fucking horny!

x

Of course, the girl couldn't stay away. She came back to his room the following sultry evening, intent on dealing with this situation. She knocked on the door, and she heard him yell out for her to enter. She found him stark bollock naked and sprawled across the sofa with a raging hard-on. He didn't acknowledge Debra's presence for a good minute. Then, he looked up and spoke.

"I've been expecting you. Get undressed and hurry up about it. I want to see what you're made of."

Debra felt her fingers tremble as she rolled her leggings off. She wore no underwear under them due to the constricting fabric, and she stood there naked from the waist down. She paused stripping to let the bastard leer at her for a hard minute, and then she removed her crop top. Nathan fisted his prick as he drank in her stunning form.

The ebony-skinned young woman was a vision of beauty. She had flawless skin, a tight figure, and an arse that resembled ripe plums. Her C-cup breasts were perky and firm with pointing nipples that were erect and surrounded by mocha coloured areolas. Between her thighs sat her prominent pussy mound that rose out from a visible V that ran from her narrow hipbones to the bottom of her trimmed pubic area.

"You really are beautiful, although I think you need to be taught some discipline."

He rose from the sofa, with his well-endowed appendage seemingly leading the way as his cock jutted straight out and up in front of him.

"Sit." He handed her the same book as yesterday, and pointed to page sixty. "Read that out loud."

Debra sat on the seat, suddenly aware of her vulnerability as she reposed in the nuddy.

"He pinned up my dress and petticoats as high as my shoulders; then I was laid across a desk. Susan stood in front of me, holding both of my hands, whilst old Penn and the French governess each held one of my legs, so that I was what you might call helplessly spread-eagled. Miss Birch flourished the rod, letting those around me know that this whipping was a caution to all. The cane crashed on my bare bottom with awful force. I screamed, kicking and struggling under every blow, so that at first they could scarcely hold me, but I was soon exhausted by my own efforts."

"Spanking ladies is among my favourite pastimes, as it helps make me so very hard and aroused. It must always be a naked female as well. There is nothing so exquisite as palming the bare flesh of a girl's nether cheeks. Have you ever been spanked, Miss Williams?"

"No, never."

"May I demonstrate?"

In for a penny, in for a pound, she thought.

"Where do you want me?"

The man nodded and sat in an armchair opposite the sofa.

"Lay down on my lap."

Debra flopped forward and balanced awkwardly over his upper thighs.

"Put your arms straight out. Lay directly over my lap now."

Her arms and toes met the carpet, allowing her rounded buttocks to sit high up behind her. Nathan smoothed his hand across her dark buns and admired the view.

"I've never had a black girl before. This will be a first for you and me."

He carried on caressing her backside and then, without any warning, his right hand came crashing down on her bum.

"Ooo, fuckl!"

She received several hard spanks almost immediately. The bastard was adept, striking the sides, the tops, and each cheek of her bubble butt. He became incensed, hitting her with rapid blows of his flattened palm. Her bottom stung and throbbed, but in addition, Debra felt a definite ripple of erotic delight from the lewd contact. As she shook on his lap, his erect club of a dick brushed her side.

"How are you bearing up, Miss Williams?"

"It's different."

"Nice?"

"Yes."

"Are you turned on?"

"Yes."

"Good girl."

The next strikes were with both palms, and Nathan targeted each of her buttocks in turn, hitting her left cheek repeatedly, and then just the right. Debra rose on her toes and shrieked from the persistent spanking.

"Yes! Yes! Give me more!"

That was music to Blythe's ears as he gave her double-handed swats all over her reddening rear end. Quite simply, the dark-skinned girl had such a succulent derriere that her dusky bum presented a most desirable target. His cock ached for attention, and he thought he might just ejaculate without any need for friction.

For the girl, every increasing spank sent shocking erotic sensations through her very core. Her legs kept rising at the knees as she was whacked over and over. Debra, like her tormentor, had now reached the point where she ached to have him fuck her brains out. After a few seconds, she realised the blows had stopped, and she was toppled off of his lap.

"Are we going to fuck?"

Nathan's erection looked as if it might take off like Artemis Two as the purple glans threatened to erupt at any second.

"No. Not tonight."

"Are you nuts? We're gagging for it!"

"All part and parcel of the eroticism. You'll understand later. Now, get dressed and go home. I want you to promise me that you won't masturbate or fuck any boys until we meet again. If you do as I say, you will experience the best of orgasms."

Debra pouted and got dressed, wincing and rubbing her well-spanked bottom as she did so.

"When will we..."

"I'm busy tomorrow. Come back on Wednesday."

"That's two more days without sex! I'll go bloody mad!"

"Trust me. And take this and use it liberally."

He handed her a small tub of petroleum jelly and winked.

x

Blythe was nowhere to be seen for the next couple of days, and Debra had discussed the odd fellow with some of the other girls. She got the distinct impression that although he was a loner, he had a way with the ladies like no other. He even had a nickname of Mister Pleasant due to his shy but amiable manner. Although he had been far from pleasant the other night when his true nature had come to the fore.

How could the pain of being spanked be at all sexually arousing or even fun?

She had no answer to that, but on her initial bare-handed assault, she had found herself turned on big time. And as she lay in her bed that first night, she had to concentrate hard on not masturbating. Surely this time he would fuck her with that huge dick of his.

Debra thought that Wednesday dragged like hell. Remembering his displeasure at the tardiness, she turned up at his private rooms fifteen minutes early. He opened the door fully dressed this time and ushered her in. Following the trend of the previous visit, the ebony darling began to take off her T-shirt.

"No, leave that. I want you to stay clothed, although you may remove your knickers."

Debra reached under her pleated mini skirt with the flared hem and lowered her underwear. Nathan grabbed them and smothered his face with the skimpy panties.

"You look smashing," he told her. "I especially like the ankle boots. Nice touch. I get the impression that you spend all your money on clothes."

"Pretty much. Now what?"

"We'll pick up where we left off. How is your bum bearing up?"

"It's fine, actually."

"I would like to have you bend over the back of that chair, so your hands are

on the actual seat."

She looked at the well-used chair and assumed the position, resting her belly on the padded armrest. Nathan came behind her and lifted the short hem of her skirt to reveal her symmetrical cheeks.

"Such a superb bottom, my dear. And what a mouth-watering complexion."

Her tiny navy skirt rode up right up her waist, highlighting the full, protruding splendour of her buttocks. Nathan's right hand wandered over those glorious curves, eliciting oohs and aahs from her trembling lips. He dipped into the cleft of her firm buttocks, and ventured down to the tops of her thighs.

She then felt him tapping her raised rump with what felt like a twelve-inch ruler. This was the first implement he had chosen to chastise her with, after the open-palm spanking initially. The Professor started to whack her across both buttocks simultaneously. Debra yelped from the sharp cracks of the thin wooden ruler, and she was forced forward with each strike. Her bum cheeks bounced wildly from the firm blows, and she knew that her rear end must have looked rosy red.

"I love how your buttocks jiggle. So erotic. And the fact that you're still dressed heightens your position."

Nathan paused the beating and ran the ruler all over her arse. She took a moment to thoroughly enjoy the exquisite sting that radiated over her derriere, and also welcomed the moistness in her muff. He resumed the physical reprimand by hitting each of her cheeks in turn. The tops of her buns received particular attention as he raised his arm high up for a full whacking.

"You may rub yourself."

Debra looked back to see Nathan begin to undress, and she stood up and frantically rubbed her heated bum. This was definitely a harder spanking than before. Her nipples were hard and painfully erect, and her pussy dripped down her

inner thighs. Even her arsehole winked uncontrollably, which was a first for her.

Now stark naked, the man had his usual rock-hard erection.

"So now we fuck?"

"No, but you may play with yourself."

She watched him lay some newspapers on the carpet and then stand back.

"No sense in making a mess."

They stared at each other's sex. Nathan could see Debra's glistening dew of her juices dappling her black pubic hair. His stiff prick was jutting up big and proud, and she longed to grasp it. Instead, she ran her fingers along her gash, letting her fingers slide along her pink slit. Her perky tits thrust up in her shirt, and she balanced on her ankle boots as she sped up her frigging.

He looked into her eyes as he fisted his dick and slowly began to toss off. They were only six inches apart, and their mutual masturbation raised the heat in the modest-sized room. Debra raised her skirt higher to let the man see more of her muff and supple thighs. Nathan stepped closer even more, so that his lengthy cock was but four inches from her yearning pussy.

He did want to fuck the exotic-looking babe, and watching her fan her pussy made him want to mount her and shag her rotten, which was precisely what he had planned. They were seriously turned on, and they both zeroed in on an almighty climax.

"Cum for me, my darling. Cum for me."

Debra let out soft whimpers as she strummed her clit hard with loud slaps of her palm on her mound. Nathan dipped his head, and he pointed his pulsating cock right at her. His eyes were glued to her juicy cunt, and hers focused on his thumping boner.

"I'm close. So close."

Debra's hand was a blur as she caressed herself to orgasm. She cried out blissfully, and she bent at the knees in her thrilling spasms. Nathan was excited beyond belief, and squeezed his fist around his shaft and jerked off until he sent huge arcs of spunk in her general direction. Some spurts landed on her quivering belly as he pumped thick ropes of goo straight at her. They had brought each other off in sublime orgasms without even touching.

"How do you do this to me?"

"Practice. I'm glad you liked it," he said as he used a Kleenex to dry his wet palm.

"What now?"

"Go back to your room. Don't have sex with any of the boys, and I'll see you here tomorrow night."

"Will we do it?"

"If you're a good girl. Or should that be a bad girl? I'll keep your knickers, by the way."

"Alright."

x

Would this be the night when they finally did it? Debra took a deep breath and knocked on the door of Professor Bythe. He wordlessly let her in, and he pointed at her dress, indicating that she remove it. She did so and stood in front of him in the nude. This time, she wore no underwear, and Nathan instantly disapproved.

"This isn't on, Williams. I was looking forward to collecting another pair of knickers."

"I'm sorry, Mister Pleasant."

"Oh, so it's Mister Pleasant now. You've been talking behind my back. That will earn you an extra special spanking. Bend right over that desk."

Nathan directed the willowy black girl to his sturdy-looking writing desk. He guided her forward until her tits and belly met the mahogany surface.

"Reach out and hold onto the far edge."

She gripped the edge so that she was now lowered over the top with her legs apart and her arse lifted behind her. Before she could register the situation, he held her left arm and wound a scarf around her wrist. The other end had been tied off and secured to one of the legs of the desk. He did the same with her other wrist so that Debra was fixed in this hunched-over position.

She let her left cheek rest on the desk top as she felt him run his fingertips very lightly over the smooth curves of her sticking-out bum. He lovingly caressed her firm spheres that pushed up and outward. Nathan had to admit that Debra had the perfect posterior, and he was in awe of the way her cheeks were so separated.

With the way the teenager was tied to the desk, he had made sure that her pussy or arseshole could be taken with ease.

"The lesson tonight is all about restricting behaviour by restricting movement."

She could not see, but the virile thirty-year-old was stripping off as he lectured the very fuckable ebony-hued lass. "I will teach you humility and respect through the use of a specialised paddle. Leather, of course."

By the time he was stark bollock naked, he picked up the newly purchased spanking tool and spun it in the air. It was fairly cheap, only ten pounds, but functional. Nathan moved the twelve-inch spanker over her haunches to build up the excitement, and his generously endowed dick rose to attention.

"It's time."

He stood tall and started to whack that lovely black bottom. Red prints appeared immediately on each buttock with each resounding blow. It was crystal clear to him that she was loving it as she began pushing her bum out to meet the paddle. His arm flew up and down, crashing down again and again on her firm nates.

"Ohhhh, owww!" she cried as she pulled on the scarves around her wrists.

"Let's see what you're made of, my darling."

Debra just moaned. With pain, or bliss? Probably both, as the abrupt punishment had made her pussy leak profusely. Her body trembled as she groaned and drooled, and her mouth gaped as he struck her again, and again. Her body undulated and shook with each sharp, delicious sting.

"More, I want more!"

"And so you shall."

Nathan smacked the paddle down repeatedly on the fleshier part of her derriere, and the girl went from moaning loudly to yelping harshly out as the blows came down hard and heavy. Her cheeks had coloured quickly, and her inner cunt folds were wet and beautifully pinkish red. Her right leg kept kicking up at the knee as she bumped the desk with the front of her body.

"Mister Pleasure! Fuck me, oh god! Fuck me!"

"Beg for my big cock! Beg for it!"

"Please, fuck me, fuck me with your big cock!"

The extremely turned-on Professor ceased the spanking and came around to her

front. He held up his impressive erection and slapped her wet mouth with the flared head.

"Suck on this, and I'll consider fucking you."

Debra took him into her mouth, stretching her head as she fought against her wrist restraints that prevented much leeway. He watched her suck on him for all she was worth, and she bathed his boner with thick spit.

"Suck hard, young lady. Or I shall resume your spanking."

He reached over her back and played with her burning arse, and as he moved forwards, so his cock thrust deep into Debra's throat. The girl gagged as he shunted back and forth, loving how deep he was able to drive in. He could have face fucked the girl all day, but the way he had tied her over the desk meant he just had to have her doggy style. He pulled out of her mouth, and casually made his way behind her.

"Mmm, yes!"

Debra hummed in pleasure as his middle finger slid into her. Her hips involuntarily rocked back against his hand as he delved inside her dripping cunt.

"Spread your legs."

She felt the prodding in her muff stop, only to be replaced by the sensation of his bell end pressing against her inner lips. She held her breath as he slowly penetrated her. Debra was so wet that nearly all of his shaft ploughed into her with no difficulty. He paused briefly, and the relieved girl exhaled deeply.

"Finally!"

Leaning back, Nathan plunged into her with an equal desperation, having made the pair of them sweat bullets in anticipation of the much-needed rut.

"You are so wet and tight, you saucebox! See what being spanked does for one? You want it hard, don't you?"

"Yes," she murmured.

"Yes, who?"

"Yes, Mister Pleasant!"

Her tormentor grunted as he buried his prick inside her to the hilt. His front pressed against the backs of her thighs and her bouncing bottom. Her body rocked from the full force of his thrusts, and her hands balled into two fists. He lifted her as his body collided with her rear end, and his heated frame left a thin sheen of perspiration on her ebony skin.

"Oh, baby! It's so good!"

His pace quickened, and his week-long denial of intercourse paid off in dividends as Debra experienced multiple mini orgasms.

"Take it! Take every inch of me!"

The confines of his modest room meant that their coupling made the already humid atmosphere heavy with the scent of honest sex. Despite her lack of years, Debra had never been fucked so well. Nathan's hands dug into her hips, holding her firmly in place as he rammed in as firmly as he could. He looked upon her backside and smirked at how her glistening rump took on a red hue.

His strokes became more like lunging gyrations as he pushed down on her upper back, forcing her boobs to flatten on the surface of the desk. This left her completely vulnerable and him in a position to dominate.

"Oh, my!"

Nathan triggered his own release by his selfish actions, and he deposited a river of spunk inside her quim. He had so much cum in his swollen scrotum that thick streams flowed out of the girl as he filled her to excess. Debra's legs gave out, and she would have slithered to the carpet if it wasn't for the scarves binding her to the legs of the desk. A constant trickle of his ejaculate ran slowly down her inner thighs, a warm and welcome reward of the super fuck.

He untied her wrists, and the dark-skinned beauty got up on wobbly feet and fell into Nathan's arms. After several days of abstinence, Debra had reached the apex of her arousal, and her pussy had been well and truly fucked. Not to mention her rosy bum.

"Well, this is it. You've finished your time with me, and I think you're more than ready to go out and enjoy a heightened knowledge of sensuality. I have faith in you."

"You mean we're done?"

"It's for the best. You're young and attractive. Go and enlighten those boys of your own age."

He was right. Mister Pleasant had replaced her limited experiences with newer and deeper ones. Debra looked at his clock and realised that she was drained and exhausted. She got dressed, kissed the man goodbye, and ventured out into a whole new world.

END