Sway

Her hips move to the beat as she slowly sways. Her naked breasts are pert, her nipples hard. The small pvc skirt moves against the flesh of her thighs as she slowly stalks towards him, the beat still allowing her movements to blend like a beautiful oil painting.

The dark lace of her stockings shout out against the deathly paleness of her smooth flawless skin. The bright red shining high heeled stilettos look like plastic blood. They're her 'woman on a mission' shoes. They're her 'playtime' shoes. They're her 'I'm gonna make you cry' shoes.

Her startling red hair is tightly curled and bounces with her movements. It adds to his frustration. She knows it does. But she does nothing to ease his pain.

She finally reaches the man. The man that said he could easily take what she had to give. The man that had begged and pleaded for her attention. The man that was now tied to the wooden cutout in the middle of the large room.

His dick was standing proud. Hard and heavy, aching with every move she took. Every word she said. He needed more... And he needed her to stop. But he had no idea which he needed the most. She had planned on it. She knew what she was doing as she slowly slipped the last remaining item of clothing from her body.

The pvc skirt fell to the floor with little noise. His eyes were glued to her as her pussy finally came into view. He moaned. He would have begged. Offered her anything she wanted but the bright red lacy panties filling his mouth stopped any actual words from forming. He could taste and smell her divine juices as soon as she had stroked them up his cheek. By the time they were rubbing against his lips, he felt desperate, needy.

He caught the smirk on her pretty painted lips and that was when he realised. She'd planned this all along. After all the slight hints and the sweetness she kept allowing him to taste, this was where she finally had him. In the palm of her hands. Willing to do anything for a taste of the sweet relief.

It wouldn't be sweet.

She wouldn't allow him that pleasure.

This was going to be painful, it was going to be torturous and merciless. She's going to become his drug, and just like any other addict, he's going to be in a continuous state of need and desperation. He'll crave her like he'd never craved anything before.

Nobody should ever step to the beautiful Ms Maidens. Especially a pathetic falsely macho student. Thomas was in for a lesson on how to behave, and none he'd forget quickly.

Her sparkling blue tipped fingernail digs into the beneath of his chin as she forces his head back with the sharp point of her attached weapon.

"Now pay attention Thomas!"

She slides her soaked cunt across the side of his hip. So close, but so far.

The sound of the slap as her hand makes contact with his face rings in the silent room.

"Your lesson begins now!"