Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 03

"OK, OK, I can do this." I mutter to myself as I towel off from my bath. "That little bastard is NOT going to get to me." I bend over and shake my wet hair, running my fingers through it, applying the smoothing coconut pomade in. I stand up quickly, water droplets spraying my mirror, and I make a fierce face. "No one fucks with Ginger."

I put on extra dark eye makeup, my gaze is smoldering and startling. I pull on black fishnet hose and black knee-high boots. My black leather skirt shows a lot of thigh. My red soft angora-wool sweater is clinging to my waist, but loose around my chest. The neckline is loose, but not revealing.

If someone just tugged down a little it would reveal my plump breasts bursting out of my sheer red brassiere. I know this is a very sexy outfit, but I am sick of trying to "ward off" Søren. This is my aggressive outfit. I am not afraid of my sexuality, and I will have him at my mercy today!

As class begins I scan the rows and he isn't here! I admit it, I am disappointed. My outfit has not gone unnoticed by the other young men. When class is over, a shy young man named Mikkel approaches me.

 "Miss Ginger, I am having trouble with pronouncing the English words. Do you have any time today to help me?"

"Why certainly, Mikkel, it would be my pleasure. I was just about to grab a coffee, can we work on it at the cafe?" I smile warmly at him, he is rather cute. He blushes a bit and agrees.

I am having trouble walking in my high-heeled boots and Mikkel grabs onto my hips to stop me from falling when I stumble on the rough cobblestone sidewalk. His hands linger and squeeze me. I look up into his warm brown eyes and oh my the way he is looking at me leaves no doubt as to what he is thinking.

Mikkel pulls me close, and I don't stop him. Running his hands up my hips and around to the small of my back he leans down and oh my god he is going to kiss me! We are in broad daylight but I don't care, I tilt my chin up and part my lips, not saying a word.

My lids are half open and I feel a warmth spreading through my body. One hand brushes my disheveled hair out of my face. "Miss Ginger, did you know that in our country, a dark-haired woman is very.. how do you say it..exotic?" He is running his right hand through my tresses, his left is moving down, oh geez, he is cupping my ass right here in the street.

I feel Mikkel stiffen suddenly and he stands up straight, releasing me. I sway forward, wanting to feel his hands on me. He looks pale and nervous, and will not meet my gaze. He is looking over my shoulder behind me.

I regain my balance and peek over my shoulder. No. NO it can't be but YES it is Søren. His arms are crossed and his jaw set hard. He is not pleased.

"Mikkel, isn't there somewhere you have to be?" Søren says.

Mikkel looks grateful he is being dismissed and scuttles away.

I glare at Søren, "What the hell was that? Who do you think you are?"

Søren gets up close to me and I am getting weak in the knees taking in his huge hard-muscled body as he towers above me. He smells so good and those icy blue eyes are dilated, I can see his nostrils slightly flare, he is trying to maintain control of his rage.

He grips my upper arm and pulls me along behind him. I struggle to catch up, it is precarious walking for me. He practically drags me to a small park across the street and sits down on a bench. He pulls me down on his lap and swings my legs up on the bench beside him. Squealing, I try to get up, but Søren is having none of that.

"Miss Ginger," his voice is low and menacing, "is this what happens when I don't come to class for one day? You are letting some guy put his hands on your ass and offering up your slutty red lips for a kiss?"

My eyes pop open in shock, and I reach up to slap him. Of course he catches my wrist before I can make contact. He grips my hand and turns it towards me, pushing my fingertips into my mouth. "Suck them, Ginger, show me how you suck, american tøs."

Søren just called me an American slut!

"Fuck you, Søren!" I scream and squirm madly to get off of him, but he is quite strong and holds me down easily. Laughing, he turns me so my back is facing him. My skirt is riding up my ass and now I can feel a distinct hardness pushing against me.

He reaches in front of me and spreads my thighs open and cups my sex, gripping it hard. He tears a hole in my fishnets and forces his way in. Grinding the palm of his hand into my clit hard, I gasp and choke, "Stop it, you're fucking crazy, get your hands off of me, ohhh god stop it, that is too much pressure on my..clit..stopppp!"


But he won't, if anything he does it harder. "Miss Ginger," Søren growls into my ear, "I don't care if it is too much pressure, I will touch you the way I want to. If you don't like it, too bad. But it will be to your benefit if you learn to like it."

To my chagrin, my pussy is reacting favorably, and my tiny black panties are now pulled up tightly between my swollen lips. He yanks on the thin material, and I can feel it cutting into my clit and up the crack of my ass. He is pulling it back and forth across my clit and the material is painfully sawing across my sensitive tiny pink asshole.

I am trying to catch my breath, but the pain is blooming into pleasure and my head is spinning, this can't be happening!

Søren pinches my pussy lips together, trapping my panties inside. He pulls and plays with my lips while grinding his hard-on into my ass. Looking down at myself, my legs splayed open, his muscled forearm, covered in blond blond hair, flexing as he assaults my pussy, my torn pantyhose, my shaven pussy turning darker pink under his ministrations, this is so obscene.

And so exciting.

He pushes me out of his lap, and with one hard slap to my ass, he pulls my skirt down. I reach down to pull my panties loose, but Søren says, "Mmm no, I didn't give you permission to do that." Standing behind me he wends one hand into my thick hair and pulls my face back. He licks my lips once, sideways, like my mouth was a pussy.

I am dizzy and can barely stand. That was so hot! I am aching for more, but I act outraged instead. He steadies me and says, "I don't want to hear it, your opinions do not matter. Now I am walking you home, right now. If you stay out in public dressed like that, you will get raped."

"And what was that you just did to me?" I shout. He doesn't answer, and I know it is futile to ask. I let him walk me home, for some reason he leads the way. I guess it wouldn't be too hard to find my address, Søren is majoring in computer security systems, after all.

I half-fear, half-hope that he will come inside and stay. I am so turned on and so frightened at the same time.

He makes sure I am safely inside before he leaves, "One day soon, you will tigge mig om at kneppe dig."

The door closes, I pull the deadbolt and enjoy the loud click it makes. "Beg him to fuck me? Of all the nerve!!"

Pulling off my clothes I change into a silky red nightgown and curl up on my couch with a cup of coffee. My fingers trail down and caress my swollen lips, ohhh they are wet. What the hell just happened?

One strap of my gown falls off my shoulder, and I stare at the creamy white flesh, my dark tan lines still evident. I imagine his lips on the top of my breast, burning into me.

My nipples are standing at attention, as if questioning me. Is there more?

Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 02

It is Tuesday. I am wearing a much more conservative outfit. Slim black skirt that falls below my knees, charcoal grey stockings. Heels, but only 3" high. These Danish men are tall, and I am only 5' 5", so I will not be wearing flats! I am wearing my black bustier, hoping to contain my 38HH breasts. It makes my waist smaller but somehow I feel more secure, as if I am wearing armor to ward off my "problem student", Søren.

I comb out my long dark thick wavy hair that falls to the middle of my back. I must stick out in this land of tall, blond blue-eyed people. I carefully apply smudged eyeshadow, staring at my eyes. They can be described as topaz; a mix of green, brown and gold flecks. I like wearing dark eye makeup, I like to project power and intimidate my students. Especially that snotty one.

It is still dark out, and I rifle through my closet, where is that high-necked blouse? Ahhh here it is, I don it quickly, and head out the door.

I arrive and take a deep breath before I enter the classroom. The conversation dies down, and I begin class, making sure not to make eye contact with Søren. I will show him that yesterday meant nothing to me, and I am in control.

I call on each student, and make them come up to the SmartBoard and conjugate the basic verbs. I am dreading calling up Søren, but if I don't it will be too obvious. At last it is his turn, I call his name without looking up. I wait and wait and wait.

Finally, Mr. Wonderful saunters up the aisle and stops, turning sideways facing me. He leans in close, and places one muscular thigh between my legs. I gasp as his chest pushes against my tits. This is no accident. I can't step backwards or I will fall onto my desk. Søren pauses too long, smiling, but there is no warmth behind his smile.

Without thinking, I squeeze my thighs together and push forward so I am rubbing my pussy on top of his leg. He whispers so the class cannot hear, "Miss Ginger, are you always this horny in public? Meet me outside after class so we may discuss your behavior." Søren removes his thigh slowly as my face reddens.

I shudder as Søren passes by and takes his place at the board. I assume he will fail at his task, but surprisingly he sails through his work, not making a single error. He is wearing a tight black t-shirt mmm mmm he looks good, I am enjoying watching his triceps flex while he writes. And look at that sweet ass in his jeans, damn he is hot.

Meet him outside? I feel like a student who is in trouble with the principal. Being alone with him is definitely not a good idea, I frantically come up with ways I can sneak out without him seeing me.

Søren's back is broad and strong, tapering to a lean waist. I gaze at his white-blond hair, and the way it curls at the nape of his neck. He is so close I can smell him, a mix of heady male scent and some kind of sexy cologne. I should be stepping aside, giving him room to write, but I find I cannot move.

"Miss Ginger, Miss Ginger? Do you desire me to do anything else for you while I am up here?" I snap out of my reverie and look up, my mouth parted a little. Søren is so tall, 6' 3" I would guess. He is staring at my chest again. I furrow my brow and look down.

Oh my god. I picked the wrong blouse. It is high-necked, but I picked the one that goes with a fancy outfit, the one that is almost completely sheer! He can see I am wearing a bustier! My generous cleavage is easily visible, and the thin silver chain I wear has disappeared into it.

"I can't help but admire your necklace, Miss Ginger. What kind of amulet is that attached to it?" Søren knows damn well that amulet is buried between my warm mounds of womanly flesh.

I blush a deep red and ignore his question. "That will be all, Søren. You may be seated."

Søren squeezes past me, this time his back facing me. How tempting it is to reach out and grip that firm ass, I wonder how it would feel if he were on top of me, fucking my brains out? Oh Jesus I can't be thinking like this! The heat coming off of his body is making me swoon.

Søren passes by, and I am left short of breath.

Class ends and I dawdle at my desk, dreading the inevitable. Why do I give him the power to make me feel like a truculent child? The room is empty and I go out into the hall, no one is there. I breathe a sigh of relief and head towards the exit. As I pass the stairwell the door opens.

"Come here, Miss Ginger." Søren's ice-eyes paralyze me, and I silently step through the door. His hands grip the back of my head, and his lips come down on mine, hard at first. Then he draws away, his kisses turn tender and light. He squeezes my ass and puts his thigh between my legs again.

Søren laughs, "It seems as though you need to grind your hot cunt against something. What kind of example are you setting for your students? Acting like a bitch in heat right in front of everyone?"

I struggle to get away but he twists me around. "Hold on to the railing, now!"

I am scared but excited, his command echoes in the dimly lit stairwell. I place my hands on the cold metal railing and wait. Søren's hands run up the back of my thighs, scratching me. He lifts my skirt up over my hips and hooks his thumbs in my stockings, pulling them down, ever so slowly.

"Ohhhh, Søren, I can't help myself, I have always been a prisoner of my sexual desires. Please leave me alone, I don't like how you see right through me into my mind."

"Miss Ginger, spread your legs." As soon as I do, he slaps my bare pussy, which is already wet. His hand makes an obscene, wet sound.

"OH! Søren, that hurts! Stop, please don't humiliate me more!"

I can hear his breath coming fast as he slaps my hot cunt over and over, pausing to run three long fingers through my lips. Søren circles my clit, and I hang my head over the railing in shame.

Søren rams all three fingers into me suddenly, and finger-fucks me fast and hard. I hold on to the railing tight and push back on his hand, coating him with my hot slippery juices. He wraps his forearm around the front of my hips and fingers me hard, lifting me up off the floor.

Choking back sobs, I undulate my hips as tears run down my face. "Søren, stop it, what if someone sees us?"

"Miss Ginger, I do as I please. No one will get in my way, I assure you."

He abruptly withdraws his fingers, slaps my aching cunt twice, and pulls my skirt down.

I hear the door open and with that, Søren is gone.

Another day that didn't go my way.