"I hope this was the right decision." I say to myself.
Staring out at the row of young Danish male students in my classroom, I see 40 sets of mostly ice-blue eyes checking me out.
My first day as the new English teacher in this small university is a little nerve-wracking. I had moved here from the States two months ago. I needed a change, and when I found out my boyfriend wanted to be submissive and have me dominate him, that was enough. The mere thought of him turns my stomach. Gawd, aren't there any REAL men around? So when a head-hunter contacted me looking for someone fluent in Scandinavian languages, I jumped at the chance to move far away from my troubles.
This school had only a few hundred students, and I had expected more girls. I learned there are only three. At least it was a graduate school, so I wouldn't be working with bored teenagers who had no desire for an advanced degree. I had rented a small home within cycling distance, and I was gaining confidence each day that I was fitting in to the Dansk culture. They seem friendly enough, but only after I approach them first. I was eager to have more social interaction.
Speaking clearly and with confidence, I announce, "Good morning, I am Miss Ginger and I am your new English teacher."
I receive a polite response and a few smiles. Way in the back row, I notice one young man with his eyes almost closed, a lazy smirk upon his face. His arms are folded across his chest and his long taut legs stretch out into the aisle. I can't help but notice how his dark jeans mold to his strong thighs. I look up and meet his stare, and I blush when I realize he knows I am admiring his legs.
"Oh, great. Now I've been caught ogling a student! I know it has been a while since I have been with a man, but really! Get a hold of yourself girl," I chide myself.
As I walk down the aisle handing out study sheets, I feel his stare. He folds his hands behind his head, there is that insolent grin again, and completely ignores the stack of papers I am handing to him. I let them drop on his desk, and give him a stern look.
Turning on my heel, I walk back up toward my desk. "Why do I have this feeling he is staring at my legs and ass?" I turn quickly to see him with his head tilted, and yes indeed, he is staring at the lower half of my body. "I really should have dressed more conservatively. This isn't the USA."
Now I am self-conscious of the flouncy red skirt I am wearing. It is several inches above my knees, with a ruffled hem that swings when I walk. My smooth tanned legs are bare, except for the thin silver chain I wear around my slim ankle. Hanging from it is a single deep red ruby. My high heeled black sandals probably show too much, I forget how much men are turned on by women's soft shapely feet, especially my red toenail polish.
I glare at him, and he does nothing to hide the fact that he's assessing me. Determined to ignore him, I continue to the front and start to ask questions in English, forcing them to abandon their native language and speak mine. I smile, "Now this is more like it, I am in control." I walk between aisles, keeping them engaged, and I hope they are learning something. I pass out books for the semester. I hear this "Thunk!" and look in the back row. Surprise surprise it's my star student. For some reason his book is on the floor.
I try not to let my annoyance show as I walk back there. "What is your name?" I demand. He looks up at me and ohhh my I am finding it hard to breathe..up close his eyes are so crystal-blue, frozen shards of ice, they reach inside me and squeeze, I feel paralyzed.
He speaks, "Søren". I take a step back, I am astounded that such a young man can possess such an incredibly deep sexy voice.
Hiding my discomfort, I ask, "Do you have a problem holding on to your property?"
One side of his full lips (ohh did I mention his luscious full red lips) curves upwards. "No, I am very good at holding on to what belongs to me." And with that, Søren's hand snakes out quickly and his fingers close upon my slender wrist. I jump back, tearing myself away, and stumble, my heart pounding, did he actually just do that?!
I can feel my chest flushing, pink creeping up from my breasts towards my neck. This man is insane! The other students are staring at me, or maybe they're staring at the way my voluptuous tits are straining at my thin white blouse. My shoe strap has come undone, and without thinking I bend at the waist to fix it, not realizing I am giving them a free show straight down my neckline, not to mention how high up my skirt goes, revealing way more thigh than intended. While I am bent I freeze, my hands on my ankles, and slowly look around. Yes, without a doubt I have everyone's attention. Søren is unabashedly fixated on my tits. I find myself panting a little, "this can't be happening, I must regain control."
I straighten up with as much grace as I can muster, and dismiss the class.
What a horrible first day.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Friday, February 15, 2013
Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 09
I pull myself up and look around, I don't see anyone peeking through the hedge investigating what just transpired. I gather my clothing and go inside. As I run myself a bath, I realize I am so content.
I sink below the hot water, my ears can only hear the muffled sounds of the outside world. Floating there, I close my eyes and breathe deeply, and look forward to seeing Søren tonight. I have never been fucked like that, and I know I want more.
I nap for a few hours and am awakened by my cell. I don't recognize the number, but who else could it be?
Søren's deep hypnotic voice commands me, "Ginger, be ready at 8. I want you in a loose blouse, no bra. You may wear a short or long skirt, but no panties. I require high heels, open toe, as high as you can manage. When I arrive I will provide extra accessories."
Before I can say a word, he has ended the call.
"Of all the nerve, now he is telling me what to wear? No underwear? I am seeing a pattern here. Well, Søren can forget it, I will wear what I want." I rummage through my closet and find a boring pair of grey wool dress pants, a light-weight white cotton sweater, and low heels.
I add a string of pearls and put on my diamond stud earrings. I wear sensible white cotton panties and a very boring, beige brassiere. As eight o'clock nears, I fidget. I am nervous that Søren will be angry, but my rebellious streak wins out. "He's damn lucky I am going out with him at all."
At five til eight I grab a hair tie and pull my hair into a ponytail, the finishing touch to my boring outfit. I sit back down and wait.
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I arrive at precisely 8 and knock loudly. "Ginger, it is me. Open the door."
She is taking her time and I frown, I want her to jump. She opens the door and smiles sweetly at me, her eyes flashing a challenge.
"So this is how it's going to be, Ginger?" I push my way in and throw her on the couch.
Pulling her on my lap she is screaming, "What the hell are you doing? I knew you wouldn't be able to handle me having a free will!" I pull her hair out of that ridiculous ponytail, then flip her over so I can remove her silly pants. She is struggling and I glare at her.
"Stay still. You asked for this. Now you can help me get these off or I will tear them off." Ginger stares at me petulantly. I undo the top button, unzip, then start tearing the rest off. Her squirming on my lap is making me harder. I push her white panties aside and pinch her lips.
"Owwww!" Ginger wails. I love her bare pink pussy, so innocent looking. I am going to tear her apart.
I push up her sweater, oh god her bra will have to go. "Get up and strip. I will have to teach you a lesson on how to listen to my directions. Be quick about it!"
Ginger knows she is in trouble and jumps up and dispenses with the rest of her clothes. I look her up and down, her curves are dangerous, to most men. But not for a man like me, I know what to do with a body like hers.
I look in the bag of accessories I brought and bring out her silver necklace with the ruby drop. I had the chain extended, and I wrap it around her tiny, smooth waist. The ruby drop hangs off her left hip, glittering.
Ginger's eyes widen, "You have it, how did you get my necklace?"
"You are an easy woman to distract, Ginger."
I affix her red leather collar around her neck and attach the cold silver metal leash.
"I didn't think I would need these so soon, but now I have no choice. Get on your knees Ginger, I must teach you that du tilhører mig."
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I am flushed and breathless, it hits me, I *do* belong to him. Why can't I resist Søren? I finger my leather collar, it is comforting. His low, hypnotic voice instructs, "Sit back on your ankles and spread your knees wide for me. Hands behind your neck and don't move. Now!"
I look down, my breasts are jutting out, nipples hard and puckered. He pinches and twists them hard. I swoon, the pain, the pleasure, it sends a jolt straight to my clit. My head lolls back and I hear a chain rattling. Pressure on my left nipple, then, "OUCH what the hell?" I yell.
Søren adjusts a silver clamp on me, working silently and swiftly, clamping both elongated nipples. They are connected by a silver chain with a small bell attached. In shock I look up at him. I have never felt this kind of pain, I can hardly breathe.
He takes the tip of his smooth leather shoe and runs it between my thighs. "Ginger, you are making up for your behavior. You are already wet for me? I'll bet you aren't even aware of that." I look at the slick reflection shining back at me. My head is spinning, what is wrong with me?
Astonished at my body's reaction, I tip my head back and close my eyes. This can't be happening. I am on my knees, pussy exposed, nipples clamped, collared. My world is crashing in on me.
"Why me, Søren?" is all I can think to say.
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I gaze down at my prize, my beautiful American slut. There is so much to explore in her mind. She likes it, but I see her struggling inside. However, her lust wins out. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, stepping right up to Ginger.
"Slikke min pik, and stop asking questions." Without hesitation she sticks out her tongue, and starting at the base of my shaft, gives me one long lick up my length.
I shudder in delight, I love her hands on the back of her neck, big sexy tits exposed and tortured nipples clamped. The leash is hanging between them and pools on the floor between her spread thighs.
"You may lick me again, Ginger. One dozen times." She complies with a far-away look on her face. "What are you thinking about, Ginger?"
She continues to lick my rock hard dick, "one," lick, "two", lick...
She completes the twelve strokes and looks up with her large oval eyes, "Søren, I think that I need to suck your balls."
Laughing, I undress completely and carry her to her bed. I lay Ginger down and facing her beautiful fisse I pull her throbbing clit into my mouth. I lower my cock to her mouth but she pushes it forward and tongues my balls, sucking first one then the other into her soft, wet mouth.
I have never enjoyed the "69" position as much as I am in this moment. I want this woman. I thought that she was merely a conquest, someone to add to my list of women that worship me. As Ginger tenderly tongues and sucks my balls, I am lost in sensation. She *wants* to do this.
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While Søren is teasing my clit I feel him insert two long fingers in my cunt, curling them up and assaulting my g-spot. "Finally, a man that understands what it's for," I muse. I can't believe I have this man's balls in my mouth and how much I am enjoying it. I roll them around with my tongue, savoring their texture. My hips are bucking up off the bed, I want my pussy filled with his long, strong fingers. I have always liked being finger-fucked, it's like having a cock with better skills in me.
Søren keeps moaning and growling onto my clit, the vibrations and the frequency are unlike anything I've experienced. I pull his iron cock into my mouth, I am ready to cum, and having my mouth stuffed with him will put me right over the edge. I grind up against his fingers pistoning in and out of my tight hot pussy, I can hear how obscenely wet I am by the squelching noises.
I suck him in deep, his balls are blocking my breathing but I don't care, I need to pleasure my dominant Dane. I am almost there, almost, then dammit dammit he yanks his fingers out and waits. I mewl piteously. Then, "slap", he is spanking my entire cunt with his fingers together like a wooden paddle. Faster and faster he goes, the pain oh the pain but my cunt is on fire.
I continue sucking and tonguing his prick, my nails raking down the back of his thighs, pulling him deeper. My nipples hurt so much, but now that Søren is smacking my clit I feel this electric connection, a triangle of pain. It morphs into pleasure, my endorphins and adrenaline mix.
"That's it my little slut, suck it, suck it. Expose your cunt to me, it is mine to play with. Never deny me."
Søren's words turn me on so much my pussy spasms and I can feel it grasping, opening and closing, searching for something to suck on. He pulls off of me, turns around and picks up one ankle, putting it on his shoulder. I feel his wonderful hot dick ram into me, my knee falls to the side, exposing myself completely.
He grabs my extended thigh with one hand and my ass with the other and pounds the hell out of my still spasming pussy. "Ginger, do you like my huge Danish cock in you? I know I need to fuck you all the time, you horny bitch, if I expect you to behave."
"Ohhhh my godddd, Søren, so good so good," I whimper, my orgasm is extending and I feel high, ecstasy. He thrusts in at this crazy angle, his face is contorted in fury while he squeezes my hot flesh and fucks me harder.
Søren grunts with exertion and growls, "I own your pretty pink pussy, and I will fuck you and use you whenever I feel like it. You will follow my orders, and do exactly as I say."
"Spread those pink lips for me and rub your clit. Make it stand up for me."
I comply and he pulls his cock out slowly, and we both watch my delicate inner lips being pulled out with it, kissing his cock before it disappears back inside. Søren pulls out, letting me feel every inch of his length. He pauses at my hot opening, then stabs in quickly, hitting my cervix. Pulling out, he pauses for 3 long seconds before repeating; while I look at him in panic and lust.
The sensation is unlike any I have felt, he is hitting this spot that sends jolts through me. His blue eyes hold mine, the world falls away as my orgasm overtakes me. My whimpers turn to screams, my body writhes beneath him but I cannot look away. Søren leans in close and fucks me slowly and steadily. The only indication of his impending orgasm is the slight dilation of his pupils. He crushes me beneath his weight as he releases himself deep inside me.
Rolling off of me, Søren kisses my fingers and covers me up with the duvet. I am incoherent. I close my eyes and giggle, "I guess we aren't going out tonight." With a smile on my face I drift away into slumber.
I sink below the hot water, my ears can only hear the muffled sounds of the outside world. Floating there, I close my eyes and breathe deeply, and look forward to seeing Søren tonight. I have never been fucked like that, and I know I want more.
I nap for a few hours and am awakened by my cell. I don't recognize the number, but who else could it be?
Søren's deep hypnotic voice commands me, "Ginger, be ready at 8. I want you in a loose blouse, no bra. You may wear a short or long skirt, but no panties. I require high heels, open toe, as high as you can manage. When I arrive I will provide extra accessories."
Before I can say a word, he has ended the call.
"Of all the nerve, now he is telling me what to wear? No underwear? I am seeing a pattern here. Well, Søren can forget it, I will wear what I want." I rummage through my closet and find a boring pair of grey wool dress pants, a light-weight white cotton sweater, and low heels.
I add a string of pearls and put on my diamond stud earrings. I wear sensible white cotton panties and a very boring, beige brassiere. As eight o'clock nears, I fidget. I am nervous that Søren will be angry, but my rebellious streak wins out. "He's damn lucky I am going out with him at all."
At five til eight I grab a hair tie and pull my hair into a ponytail, the finishing touch to my boring outfit. I sit back down and wait.
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I arrive at precisely 8 and knock loudly. "Ginger, it is me. Open the door."
She is taking her time and I frown, I want her to jump. She opens the door and smiles sweetly at me, her eyes flashing a challenge.
"So this is how it's going to be, Ginger?" I push my way in and throw her on the couch.
Pulling her on my lap she is screaming, "What the hell are you doing? I knew you wouldn't be able to handle me having a free will!" I pull her hair out of that ridiculous ponytail, then flip her over so I can remove her silly pants. She is struggling and I glare at her.
"Stay still. You asked for this. Now you can help me get these off or I will tear them off." Ginger stares at me petulantly. I undo the top button, unzip, then start tearing the rest off. Her squirming on my lap is making me harder. I push her white panties aside and pinch her lips.
"Owwww!" Ginger wails. I love her bare pink pussy, so innocent looking. I am going to tear her apart.
I push up her sweater, oh god her bra will have to go. "Get up and strip. I will have to teach you a lesson on how to listen to my directions. Be quick about it!"
Ginger knows she is in trouble and jumps up and dispenses with the rest of her clothes. I look her up and down, her curves are dangerous, to most men. But not for a man like me, I know what to do with a body like hers.
I look in the bag of accessories I brought and bring out her silver necklace with the ruby drop. I had the chain extended, and I wrap it around her tiny, smooth waist. The ruby drop hangs off her left hip, glittering.
Ginger's eyes widen, "You have it, how did you get my necklace?"
"You are an easy woman to distract, Ginger."
I affix her red leather collar around her neck and attach the cold silver metal leash.
"I didn't think I would need these so soon, but now I have no choice. Get on your knees Ginger, I must teach you that du tilhører mig."
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I am flushed and breathless, it hits me, I *do* belong to him. Why can't I resist Søren? I finger my leather collar, it is comforting. His low, hypnotic voice instructs, "Sit back on your ankles and spread your knees wide for me. Hands behind your neck and don't move. Now!"
I look down, my breasts are jutting out, nipples hard and puckered. He pinches and twists them hard. I swoon, the pain, the pleasure, it sends a jolt straight to my clit. My head lolls back and I hear a chain rattling. Pressure on my left nipple, then, "OUCH what the hell?" I yell.
Søren adjusts a silver clamp on me, working silently and swiftly, clamping both elongated nipples. They are connected by a silver chain with a small bell attached. In shock I look up at him. I have never felt this kind of pain, I can hardly breathe.
He takes the tip of his smooth leather shoe and runs it between my thighs. "Ginger, you are making up for your behavior. You are already wet for me? I'll bet you aren't even aware of that." I look at the slick reflection shining back at me. My head is spinning, what is wrong with me?
Astonished at my body's reaction, I tip my head back and close my eyes. This can't be happening. I am on my knees, pussy exposed, nipples clamped, collared. My world is crashing in on me.
"Why me, Søren?" is all I can think to say.
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I gaze down at my prize, my beautiful American slut. There is so much to explore in her mind. She likes it, but I see her struggling inside. However, her lust wins out. I unzip my pants and pull out my cock, stepping right up to Ginger.
"Slikke min pik, and stop asking questions." Without hesitation she sticks out her tongue, and starting at the base of my shaft, gives me one long lick up my length.
I shudder in delight, I love her hands on the back of her neck, big sexy tits exposed and tortured nipples clamped. The leash is hanging between them and pools on the floor between her spread thighs.
"You may lick me again, Ginger. One dozen times." She complies with a far-away look on her face. "What are you thinking about, Ginger?"
She continues to lick my rock hard dick, "one," lick, "two", lick...
She completes the twelve strokes and looks up with her large oval eyes, "Søren, I think that I need to suck your balls."
Laughing, I undress completely and carry her to her bed. I lay Ginger down and facing her beautiful fisse I pull her throbbing clit into my mouth. I lower my cock to her mouth but she pushes it forward and tongues my balls, sucking first one then the other into her soft, wet mouth.
I have never enjoyed the "69" position as much as I am in this moment. I want this woman. I thought that she was merely a conquest, someone to add to my list of women that worship me. As Ginger tenderly tongues and sucks my balls, I am lost in sensation. She *wants* to do this.
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While Søren is teasing my clit I feel him insert two long fingers in my cunt, curling them up and assaulting my g-spot. "Finally, a man that understands what it's for," I muse. I can't believe I have this man's balls in my mouth and how much I am enjoying it. I roll them around with my tongue, savoring their texture. My hips are bucking up off the bed, I want my pussy filled with his long, strong fingers. I have always liked being finger-fucked, it's like having a cock with better skills in me.
Søren keeps moaning and growling onto my clit, the vibrations and the frequency are unlike anything I've experienced. I pull his iron cock into my mouth, I am ready to cum, and having my mouth stuffed with him will put me right over the edge. I grind up against his fingers pistoning in and out of my tight hot pussy, I can hear how obscenely wet I am by the squelching noises.
I suck him in deep, his balls are blocking my breathing but I don't care, I need to pleasure my dominant Dane. I am almost there, almost, then dammit dammit he yanks his fingers out and waits. I mewl piteously. Then, "slap", he is spanking my entire cunt with his fingers together like a wooden paddle. Faster and faster he goes, the pain oh the pain but my cunt is on fire.
I continue sucking and tonguing his prick, my nails raking down the back of his thighs, pulling him deeper. My nipples hurt so much, but now that Søren is smacking my clit I feel this electric connection, a triangle of pain. It morphs into pleasure, my endorphins and adrenaline mix.
"That's it my little slut, suck it, suck it. Expose your cunt to me, it is mine to play with. Never deny me."
Søren's words turn me on so much my pussy spasms and I can feel it grasping, opening and closing, searching for something to suck on. He pulls off of me, turns around and picks up one ankle, putting it on his shoulder. I feel his wonderful hot dick ram into me, my knee falls to the side, exposing myself completely.
He grabs my extended thigh with one hand and my ass with the other and pounds the hell out of my still spasming pussy. "Ginger, do you like my huge Danish cock in you? I know I need to fuck you all the time, you horny bitch, if I expect you to behave."
"Ohhhh my godddd, Søren, so good so good," I whimper, my orgasm is extending and I feel high, ecstasy. He thrusts in at this crazy angle, his face is contorted in fury while he squeezes my hot flesh and fucks me harder.
Søren grunts with exertion and growls, "I own your pretty pink pussy, and I will fuck you and use you whenever I feel like it. You will follow my orders, and do exactly as I say."
"Spread those pink lips for me and rub your clit. Make it stand up for me."
I comply and he pulls his cock out slowly, and we both watch my delicate inner lips being pulled out with it, kissing his cock before it disappears back inside. Søren pulls out, letting me feel every inch of his length. He pauses at my hot opening, then stabs in quickly, hitting my cervix. Pulling out, he pauses for 3 long seconds before repeating; while I look at him in panic and lust.
The sensation is unlike any I have felt, he is hitting this spot that sends jolts through me. His blue eyes hold mine, the world falls away as my orgasm overtakes me. My whimpers turn to screams, my body writhes beneath him but I cannot look away. Søren leans in close and fucks me slowly and steadily. The only indication of his impending orgasm is the slight dilation of his pupils. He crushes me beneath his weight as he releases himself deep inside me.
Rolling off of me, Søren kisses my fingers and covers me up with the duvet. I am incoherent. I close my eyes and giggle, "I guess we aren't going out tonight." With a smile on my face I drift away into slumber.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 08
It is early morning, I always wake up around 6:30 even without an alarm clock. I feel so warm and relaxed. My eyes flutter open, I see sunlight peeking through heavy red velvet drapes. I am on my belly, one arm hanging off the side of the mattress. I am naked. "This is not my bed."
Alarmed I turn over and find I am alone. The memories come rushing back, this is Søren's bed. My lover? My Master? My enemy? I have come undone, he has unlocked desires in me that I have never discovered.
On a chair I see my clothing from the night before. I shiver, "I cannot wear that in the light of day." I find the bathroom, and sitting on a low stool is a pile of clothing. A pair of jeans, socks, and a black cotton tank top, including a pair of soft leather shoes.
I take a shower (this bathroom is enormous) and slip on the clothing. Surprisingly it fits. "How could I be surprised, this man knows everything about me." I am a bit annoyed that my new clothing does not contain a bra and panties. Well, at least my feet won't be cold.
I dress and gaze in the mirror. My nipples are hard, and I run my hands over my hips, remembering Søren's hands on them, thrusting. I am blushing, I have to get out of here before he shows up! I leave my party clothes where they are and creep downstairs.
I see the front door but I am still nervous Søren will catch me. Hanging on a hook is a dark brown men's leather jacket. "He won't mind," I think to myself. Wrapping myself in it I am shocked, it smells like him, his cologne. Feeling woozy I let myself out the front door, clicking it quietly shut. I practically run all the way home.
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I smile as I watch Ginger sneak out of my house. "Why, that little minx, she took my coat! Very resourceful, I guess she didn't want to be seen leaving my home braless."
Smiling at the thought, I enter the kitchen. My live-in cook, Sven, is preparing food for me to take to Ginger's. He hands me the basket and winks.
"What is that for, Sven?" I frown.
"Nothing, Mr. Søren, I am just happy that you had a successful party. From the look on your face, it appears you are satisfied with it as well."
Still frowning, I take the basket and climb into my car. "Nosy old bastard."
I drive to Ginger's modest but charming home, and park down the street. I go around the back and knock. I see her cute little face look out from a side window. I pretend not to notice. "The question is, will she let me in? This will let me know if she is ready to move forward in her training."
The door opens slowly. Her hair is a mass of curls and she is still wearing the clothes I provided.
"Come in, Søren," she says softly. I move in, put the basket on her table, and grab her hair, planting a deep kiss on her plump pink lips. She gasps and stumbles backwards but I hold her steady, and pull her body up against mine.
"I am still hungry for you, Ginger. Last night was just a taste." Her eyes open wide with fear, I like that.
"Come outside, and sit in the warm grass with me." Taking her by the hand we go out, I only have to tug on it a little.
"Lay back on this blanket, it is my wish to feed you."
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Looking through the pane, my breath catches in my throat as I see his tall body at my backdoor. Biting my lower lip, I admit I am glad to see him. He looks good at any time of the day. I open the door and ooooohh his lips, his skin, his hands wrapped around me, it's too much, I back up but there is no escape.
"Feed me? Are you serious?" Søren ignores my comment, I must learn that he never says anything that he doesn't mean.
I lay on my side, propped up on one elbow. We drink dry red wine, my favorite. He feeds me small pieces of aged cheese and crispy rye bread, they are delicious. He pops a few red grapes in my mouth.
I am happy and smiling, he actually has a human side. I am conscious of his eyes on my breasts, and the tank top is riding up my waist exposing my skin.
He puts a grape in between his teeth, lowers his head to mine, and I lean in and bite the other half of it off for myself. All of a sudden I am flat on my back, he is sucking and kissing me passionately.
I try to wrap my arms around him but he grabs my wrists with one big hand and holds them above me. With the other he pulls down my shirt, exposing both of my tits to the warm sunlight. My nipples pucker with excitement, I love how he takes charge.
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Her skin is so soft, tan lines that curve along the tops of her breasts, with a sprinkling of freckles. I feast my eyes on her nipples, they seem to be staring at me, begging for attention. I will attend to that later.
"Stop that squirming, Ginger, or you'll soon be getting a spanking."
She wiggles her hips and I detect a smile upon her face. She obviously needs one, I have to keep a close watch on her attitude. I unbutton her jeans and flip her over, tugging her jeans down just below her ass. She is not expecting this and tries to crawl away.
"You didn't put on any underwear when you got home, Ginger. Were you expecting someone else? Henrik or Mikkel, perhaps?"
With one hand I hold on to the waist of her jeans and with the other I spank her sweet round ass. She is yelping and trying not to scream so the neighbors won't witness her punishment.
She turns a lovely shade of pink as my hand slaps her again and again. Ginger turns her head, she is mad!
"Get your hands off of me!" She doubles her efforts to get away, but that is useless, and I spank her faster. "Søren," she groans, "please, I am still sore from last night."
I laugh, "That's too bad, darling. You should never defy me." I pull her jeans down a little more, and slide my fingers between her thighs. "Just as I thought, you needed me. Now pull your cheeks apart for me, right now." She hesitates, then grits her teeth and obeys me.
I take the empty bottle of wine and tease her hot slit with the cool glass neck.
"Ooooohhh!" she squeals and pants, pushing her ass up in the air towards me.
"That's my good girl, you are so responsive to me. Your tight pink pussy is so inviting." I push her head down and yank her hips up higher. I ease the thick green glass into her wetness, twisting slowly.
"Ohhhh my god, what are you doing to me?" Ginger's voice is thick and raspy, I can tell I am blowing her mind. I fuck her with the bottle for a few minutes, satisfied that she is ready to bend to my will. I move up in front of her and unzip my jeans, freeing my cock in front of her face.
She looks up at me and her sweet lips part, out comes her little pink tongue, and licks the drop of pre-cum oozing out of me. I reach under her and pinch her nipples, hard.
"What are you waiting for, slave? Sutte min pik, suck me deep, it's time to see if you have any cock-sucking skills."
She responds by diving on my cock, taking me almost all the way in on her first go.
"Jesus Christ!" Her mouth is so warm and wet, fuck she's good. I grab her thick curls and go as hard and fast as I want in her hot little mouth. My hot little slut takes it, only gagging a little. I hit the back of her throat, is she going to be able to take my length?
"Open up, Ginger, let me in," I command, and oh god oh god her throat opens and I am in, she swallows and moans, squeezing the head of my cock. I lose control and fuck her mouth, letting her breathe, then back in again.
"Suck it, Ginger, suck it, that's my good little whore. I know you want it. This cock is going to own you, every orifice you have will get to know my cock."
I lean over and change the angle so it's easier for her to deep-throat me, besides I want to spank that inviting ass of hers. I can feel my orgasm building, I wasn't prepared for her enthusiasm.
"Yeeaghhhhh, Ginger oh god you beautiful slut, MY slut, take my cum, swallow it!" I pump jet after jet of hot liquid down her throat. She takes it all, and sits up, grinning and licking her lips. I drink in the sight of her, heaving breasts hanging over the top of her shirt, jeans halfway down her thighs, hair wild and her pink lips are red with my abuse of her cum-sucking mouth.
"Stand up, Ginger, and remove your jeans." She staggers to her feet, and as soon as her jeans are off my mouth engulfs her swollen feminine nub. I grab the bottle and fuck her wet cunt with it, sucking her clit hard.
"Noooo, too much too hard!" She is begging but I don't care and I continue to assault her with my mouth and the hard, unyielding bottle.
She puts her hands on a tree trunk to steady herself, and I love seeing the lust and fear in her eyes. Her full breasts almost block my vision of her face, they are shaking with each thrust of the bottle.
"Let go, Ginger, cum for me, let me taste you!" I clamp down on her clit and hum loudly, her defenses drop and howling, she loses control. I can feel her spasm beneath my mouth over and over.
I let the bottle come out and she drops into my arms. We tumble in a heap on the grass, she is still out of it from the intensity of her orgasm.
Her eyes gradually focus on me, I can see she is confused. "What..what was that? I never..thought I would like you touching me that way.. using me. I was so terrified, yet it feels..like I am supposed to be this way." I just smile down at her and rub my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.
"Don't worry about it. Get up and go take a bath, then rest. We are going out tonight." With that, I get up and leave her there on the grass. She has a lot to think about.
Alarmed I turn over and find I am alone. The memories come rushing back, this is Søren's bed. My lover? My Master? My enemy? I have come undone, he has unlocked desires in me that I have never discovered.
On a chair I see my clothing from the night before. I shiver, "I cannot wear that in the light of day." I find the bathroom, and sitting on a low stool is a pile of clothing. A pair of jeans, socks, and a black cotton tank top, including a pair of soft leather shoes.
I take a shower (this bathroom is enormous) and slip on the clothing. Surprisingly it fits. "How could I be surprised, this man knows everything about me." I am a bit annoyed that my new clothing does not contain a bra and panties. Well, at least my feet won't be cold.
I dress and gaze in the mirror. My nipples are hard, and I run my hands over my hips, remembering Søren's hands on them, thrusting. I am blushing, I have to get out of here before he shows up! I leave my party clothes where they are and creep downstairs.
I see the front door but I am still nervous Søren will catch me. Hanging on a hook is a dark brown men's leather jacket. "He won't mind," I think to myself. Wrapping myself in it I am shocked, it smells like him, his cologne. Feeling woozy I let myself out the front door, clicking it quietly shut. I practically run all the way home.
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I smile as I watch Ginger sneak out of my house. "Why, that little minx, she took my coat! Very resourceful, I guess she didn't want to be seen leaving my home braless."
Smiling at the thought, I enter the kitchen. My live-in cook, Sven, is preparing food for me to take to Ginger's. He hands me the basket and winks.
"What is that for, Sven?" I frown.
"Nothing, Mr. Søren, I am just happy that you had a successful party. From the look on your face, it appears you are satisfied with it as well."
Still frowning, I take the basket and climb into my car. "Nosy old bastard."
I drive to Ginger's modest but charming home, and park down the street. I go around the back and knock. I see her cute little face look out from a side window. I pretend not to notice. "The question is, will she let me in? This will let me know if she is ready to move forward in her training."
The door opens slowly. Her hair is a mass of curls and she is still wearing the clothes I provided.
"Come in, Søren," she says softly. I move in, put the basket on her table, and grab her hair, planting a deep kiss on her plump pink lips. She gasps and stumbles backwards but I hold her steady, and pull her body up against mine.
"I am still hungry for you, Ginger. Last night was just a taste." Her eyes open wide with fear, I like that.
"Come outside, and sit in the warm grass with me." Taking her by the hand we go out, I only have to tug on it a little.
"Lay back on this blanket, it is my wish to feed you."
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Looking through the pane, my breath catches in my throat as I see his tall body at my backdoor. Biting my lower lip, I admit I am glad to see him. He looks good at any time of the day. I open the door and ooooohh his lips, his skin, his hands wrapped around me, it's too much, I back up but there is no escape.
"Feed me? Are you serious?" Søren ignores my comment, I must learn that he never says anything that he doesn't mean.
I lay on my side, propped up on one elbow. We drink dry red wine, my favorite. He feeds me small pieces of aged cheese and crispy rye bread, they are delicious. He pops a few red grapes in my mouth.
I am happy and smiling, he actually has a human side. I am conscious of his eyes on my breasts, and the tank top is riding up my waist exposing my skin.
He puts a grape in between his teeth, lowers his head to mine, and I lean in and bite the other half of it off for myself. All of a sudden I am flat on my back, he is sucking and kissing me passionately.
I try to wrap my arms around him but he grabs my wrists with one big hand and holds them above me. With the other he pulls down my shirt, exposing both of my tits to the warm sunlight. My nipples pucker with excitement, I love how he takes charge.
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Her skin is so soft, tan lines that curve along the tops of her breasts, with a sprinkling of freckles. I feast my eyes on her nipples, they seem to be staring at me, begging for attention. I will attend to that later.
"Stop that squirming, Ginger, or you'll soon be getting a spanking."
She wiggles her hips and I detect a smile upon her face. She obviously needs one, I have to keep a close watch on her attitude. I unbutton her jeans and flip her over, tugging her jeans down just below her ass. She is not expecting this and tries to crawl away.
"You didn't put on any underwear when you got home, Ginger. Were you expecting someone else? Henrik or Mikkel, perhaps?"
With one hand I hold on to the waist of her jeans and with the other I spank her sweet round ass. She is yelping and trying not to scream so the neighbors won't witness her punishment.
She turns a lovely shade of pink as my hand slaps her again and again. Ginger turns her head, she is mad!
"Get your hands off of me!" She doubles her efforts to get away, but that is useless, and I spank her faster. "Søren," she groans, "please, I am still sore from last night."
I laugh, "That's too bad, darling. You should never defy me." I pull her jeans down a little more, and slide my fingers between her thighs. "Just as I thought, you needed me. Now pull your cheeks apart for me, right now." She hesitates, then grits her teeth and obeys me.
I take the empty bottle of wine and tease her hot slit with the cool glass neck.
"Ooooohhh!" she squeals and pants, pushing her ass up in the air towards me.
"That's my good girl, you are so responsive to me. Your tight pink pussy is so inviting." I push her head down and yank her hips up higher. I ease the thick green glass into her wetness, twisting slowly.
"Ohhhh my god, what are you doing to me?" Ginger's voice is thick and raspy, I can tell I am blowing her mind. I fuck her with the bottle for a few minutes, satisfied that she is ready to bend to my will. I move up in front of her and unzip my jeans, freeing my cock in front of her face.
She looks up at me and her sweet lips part, out comes her little pink tongue, and licks the drop of pre-cum oozing out of me. I reach under her and pinch her nipples, hard.
"What are you waiting for, slave? Sutte min pik, suck me deep, it's time to see if you have any cock-sucking skills."
She responds by diving on my cock, taking me almost all the way in on her first go.
"Jesus Christ!" Her mouth is so warm and wet, fuck she's good. I grab her thick curls and go as hard and fast as I want in her hot little mouth. My hot little slut takes it, only gagging a little. I hit the back of her throat, is she going to be able to take my length?
"Open up, Ginger, let me in," I command, and oh god oh god her throat opens and I am in, she swallows and moans, squeezing the head of my cock. I lose control and fuck her mouth, letting her breathe, then back in again.
"Suck it, Ginger, suck it, that's my good little whore. I know you want it. This cock is going to own you, every orifice you have will get to know my cock."
I lean over and change the angle so it's easier for her to deep-throat me, besides I want to spank that inviting ass of hers. I can feel my orgasm building, I wasn't prepared for her enthusiasm.
"Yeeaghhhhh, Ginger oh god you beautiful slut, MY slut, take my cum, swallow it!" I pump jet after jet of hot liquid down her throat. She takes it all, and sits up, grinning and licking her lips. I drink in the sight of her, heaving breasts hanging over the top of her shirt, jeans halfway down her thighs, hair wild and her pink lips are red with my abuse of her cum-sucking mouth.
"Stand up, Ginger, and remove your jeans." She staggers to her feet, and as soon as her jeans are off my mouth engulfs her swollen feminine nub. I grab the bottle and fuck her wet cunt with it, sucking her clit hard.
"Noooo, too much too hard!" She is begging but I don't care and I continue to assault her with my mouth and the hard, unyielding bottle.
She puts her hands on a tree trunk to steady herself, and I love seeing the lust and fear in her eyes. Her full breasts almost block my vision of her face, they are shaking with each thrust of the bottle.
"Let go, Ginger, cum for me, let me taste you!" I clamp down on her clit and hum loudly, her defenses drop and howling, she loses control. I can feel her spasm beneath my mouth over and over.
I let the bottle come out and she drops into my arms. We tumble in a heap on the grass, she is still out of it from the intensity of her orgasm.
Her eyes gradually focus on me, I can see she is confused. "What..what was that? I never..thought I would like you touching me that way.. using me. I was so terrified, yet it feels..like I am supposed to be this way." I just smile down at her and rub my thumb across her swollen bottom lip.
"Don't worry about it. Get up and go take a bath, then rest. We are going out tonight." With that, I get up and leave her there on the grass. She has a lot to think about.
Monday, February 4, 2013
Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 07
Looking across the room I see that it is past midnight. I am still tied up here, my round ass is on fire from the whipping Søren just gave me. My tits are swinging as I shift from foot to foot, and I twist around to face him. "How can you just sit there and humiliate me like this? Let me go, immediately!" I demand.
Søren seems to stare right into my soul, he scoots his chair close to me and lifts me up, cupping my ass. I have nothing to hold on to, yet I don't feel in danger. He has a firm grip on me. He rests my legs on each of his shoulders, and opens his mouth. He engulfs my mound and gently bites down. I am so shocked I cannot speak.
His hot tongue snakes out and licks me through my panties, up and down my puffy lips. Søren inhales and pushes the material hard between my pussy lips, never breaking eye contact.
The scent of my arousal is intoxicating him. I thrust up, making the thin silk cut into my sensitive folds. The pain is like a drug, I remember this feeling from the incident on the park bench. Søren takes his teeth and tears at my panties, pulling them to the side, growling with frustration. I can only watch, transfixed.
"You," he rips a hole in my panties "need," thrusting his tongue in, "to be," sucking my swollen lips in his mouth, "fucked."
I throw my head back and arch my back like the wanton slut that I am. I let my mind go and give in to pure animal lust.
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She is perfect so far, but I need to test how far she will go with me. Untying her from the column I carry her to my study. "Get on your hands and knees, Ginger. You may crawl behind me."
Her face registers shock, but she falls to her knees obediently. "Down all the way." I take my foot and lightly tap her shoulder, pushing her down. She looks up at me. I don't think Ginger realizes how beautiful she looks, ass in the air, hair wild, full breasts swaying slightly. But it's the look on her face that is most appealing. Dazed, aroused and submissive.
I turn and walk to my desk, certain that she is following me. I sit in my leather chair and watch the delicious sight of her crawling towards me.
"You may sit here at my feet, Ginger." She makes herself comfortable, and leans her head against my leg. This is so much fun!
I pretend to work on my computer, and I print out a few documents to make it look like I am ignoring her. Satisfied that she is accepting her position, I get up and move to the couch. I snap my fingers for her to follow.
"Get up on the couch, Ginger, with your back facing me. Spread your knees wide. It's time for inspection. Hurry up!" She scrambles up there and assumes the position, her hands grabbing the back of the couch. I quickly undress, I am dying to fuck this sexy bitch, but I will wait a bit longer. She will have to pass my tests.
"Spread your ass cheeks for me now. Move your hips left to right, and I want to see your flex your wet cunt." She gasps and hesitates, and I immediately slap her pussy.
"Owwww! Why did you do that? Oh ok ok I will do what you want!" Ginger grabs her sweet round ass and pulls it open. I take my fingers and slide them all over her hot little slit.
"Smooth, very smooth. You have a very pretty pussy, Ginger." I suck her juice off my fingers, then dip in for more. I shove my slick fingers in her mouth, I know this will turn her on even more.
"And your cute little asshole is most inviting. It looks like no one has ever used it before, am I correct?" Her soft whimpers answer my question.
I slap her cunt lightly at first, then harder. Ginger is yelping and jumping around trying to dodge my hand, but I slap her ass hard to let her know I am not pleased. She is struggling to stay in place.
My cock is hard as steel and I can't take it any longer. I slide it between her pussy lips, reach down and pinch them together, trapping my cock. Sliding forwards and backwards her yelps have turned to low moans. Her head turns back to look at me, begging my with her eyes to take her.
"What do you want, Ginger?" I can feel her hard clit on the head of my dick, throbbing as I slide against her.
"Please Søren, either let me go or.. or.." she chokes on her words and falls silent, her heavy breathing the only sound.
"Or what, sweetie? What were you going to say? I can't quite hear you."
She lunges back on my cock, trying desperately to get me inside her. I pull back quickly and massage her ass cheeks. My thumbs spread her pussy wide and I work them up and down her slit. I move underneath my hot little slut and pull her hips down on my cock. She is tight, so hot and tight, her pussy is sucking my cock in.
Her moans get louder and she fucks back on my cock. I don't do any thrusting, she is obviously frustrated and bursts out, "Please fuck me Søren, fuck me fuck me oh god do it now I can't take it I will do ANYTHING you want!"
"Baby that was the right answer" and I ram myself up deep inside her, balancing her on my thighs, we are both kneeling but I am lower than her. She emits a long sexy scream and puts both hands in her hair pulling wildly. She is pushing down hard and I am thrusting up, she feels so good, I have waited too long to dominate her.
Ginger's tits are bouncing and I look around her in the mirror, she is lost in her lust for me. I rub and pinch her clit with one hand and pinch her nipple as hard as I can with the other. This sends her over the edge. Her eyes pop wide open and her mouth forms a perfect "O" as she catches sight of herself getting fucked by me.
Ginger screams, "Sørennnnnnnnn I'm cummmingggggg" and I feel her pussy contract hard on me, her head thrashing back and forth. I feel my balls tighten and I let loose and pump her full of my hot cum. The release I have long sought is here, but I have just begun.
"Good girl, Ginger." I smile at her and she can see me in the mirror. Pulling her to her feet, I lead her into my huge black marble bathroom. Turning on the taps, I draw her a hot bath, filling it with soothing bath oils. She has the dazed expression that I so like. I get in and pull her in with me to sit between my legs with her back facing me. She is so soft, just like I imagined.
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The hot water feels good, and I relax, leaning back against Søren. My breasts and pussy are swollen, my skin flushed. He kisses my neck and then massages my shoulders, which ache from being tied up. From a small silver bowl he douses my hair in hot water, it streams down my face and chest.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his strong arms and legs around my body. My wet hair is hanging down the front, spreading across my breasts, covering my nipples. He soaps up my hair, massaging my scalp. I look down at the soapy lather trailing over my tits and belly. No one has ever washed me..
"Søren," I try to form words, but I fail.
"Shhhhh," he murmurs against my neck. I am so confused, yet I cannot deny the warmth and contentment I am experiencing. He presents me with a glass of red wine, it is just what I need. I sip slowly, relaxing, sleepy, safe.. I drift off.
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She is that worn out? I let Ginger sleep against my chest for a few minutes, then I pick her up and take her to my bed. Laying her down undisturbed I towel her off. I crawl in next to her and pull the duvet over us, I am surprised at the tenderness I am feeling towards my her.
I stroke her hip, and brush her hair away from her face, placing a few soft kisses on her jaw. Ginger looks so innocent, my naughty little slut, like an angel as she slumbers. Curling up behind her, I press against her plush ass, and cup one breast. I fight my desire to fuck her again, god I want her. But she has earned her rest. Tomorrow is another day.
Søren seems to stare right into my soul, he scoots his chair close to me and lifts me up, cupping my ass. I have nothing to hold on to, yet I don't feel in danger. He has a firm grip on me. He rests my legs on each of his shoulders, and opens his mouth. He engulfs my mound and gently bites down. I am so shocked I cannot speak.
His hot tongue snakes out and licks me through my panties, up and down my puffy lips. Søren inhales and pushes the material hard between my pussy lips, never breaking eye contact.
The scent of my arousal is intoxicating him. I thrust up, making the thin silk cut into my sensitive folds. The pain is like a drug, I remember this feeling from the incident on the park bench. Søren takes his teeth and tears at my panties, pulling them to the side, growling with frustration. I can only watch, transfixed.
"You," he rips a hole in my panties "need," thrusting his tongue in, "to be," sucking my swollen lips in his mouth, "fucked."
I throw my head back and arch my back like the wanton slut that I am. I let my mind go and give in to pure animal lust.
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She is perfect so far, but I need to test how far she will go with me. Untying her from the column I carry her to my study. "Get on your hands and knees, Ginger. You may crawl behind me."
Her face registers shock, but she falls to her knees obediently. "Down all the way." I take my foot and lightly tap her shoulder, pushing her down. She looks up at me. I don't think Ginger realizes how beautiful she looks, ass in the air, hair wild, full breasts swaying slightly. But it's the look on her face that is most appealing. Dazed, aroused and submissive.
I turn and walk to my desk, certain that she is following me. I sit in my leather chair and watch the delicious sight of her crawling towards me.
"You may sit here at my feet, Ginger." She makes herself comfortable, and leans her head against my leg. This is so much fun!
I pretend to work on my computer, and I print out a few documents to make it look like I am ignoring her. Satisfied that she is accepting her position, I get up and move to the couch. I snap my fingers for her to follow.
"Get up on the couch, Ginger, with your back facing me. Spread your knees wide. It's time for inspection. Hurry up!" She scrambles up there and assumes the position, her hands grabbing the back of the couch. I quickly undress, I am dying to fuck this sexy bitch, but I will wait a bit longer. She will have to pass my tests.
"Spread your ass cheeks for me now. Move your hips left to right, and I want to see your flex your wet cunt." She gasps and hesitates, and I immediately slap her pussy.
"Owwww! Why did you do that? Oh ok ok I will do what you want!" Ginger grabs her sweet round ass and pulls it open. I take my fingers and slide them all over her hot little slit.
"Smooth, very smooth. You have a very pretty pussy, Ginger." I suck her juice off my fingers, then dip in for more. I shove my slick fingers in her mouth, I know this will turn her on even more.
"And your cute little asshole is most inviting. It looks like no one has ever used it before, am I correct?" Her soft whimpers answer my question.
I slap her cunt lightly at first, then harder. Ginger is yelping and jumping around trying to dodge my hand, but I slap her ass hard to let her know I am not pleased. She is struggling to stay in place.
My cock is hard as steel and I can't take it any longer. I slide it between her pussy lips, reach down and pinch them together, trapping my cock. Sliding forwards and backwards her yelps have turned to low moans. Her head turns back to look at me, begging my with her eyes to take her.
"What do you want, Ginger?" I can feel her hard clit on the head of my dick, throbbing as I slide against her.
"Please Søren, either let me go or.. or.." she chokes on her words and falls silent, her heavy breathing the only sound.
"Or what, sweetie? What were you going to say? I can't quite hear you."
She lunges back on my cock, trying desperately to get me inside her. I pull back quickly and massage her ass cheeks. My thumbs spread her pussy wide and I work them up and down her slit. I move underneath my hot little slut and pull her hips down on my cock. She is tight, so hot and tight, her pussy is sucking my cock in.
Her moans get louder and she fucks back on my cock. I don't do any thrusting, she is obviously frustrated and bursts out, "Please fuck me Søren, fuck me fuck me oh god do it now I can't take it I will do ANYTHING you want!"
"Baby that was the right answer" and I ram myself up deep inside her, balancing her on my thighs, we are both kneeling but I am lower than her. She emits a long sexy scream and puts both hands in her hair pulling wildly. She is pushing down hard and I am thrusting up, she feels so good, I have waited too long to dominate her.
Ginger's tits are bouncing and I look around her in the mirror, she is lost in her lust for me. I rub and pinch her clit with one hand and pinch her nipple as hard as I can with the other. This sends her over the edge. Her eyes pop wide open and her mouth forms a perfect "O" as she catches sight of herself getting fucked by me.
Ginger screams, "Sørennnnnnnnn I'm cummmingggggg" and I feel her pussy contract hard on me, her head thrashing back and forth. I feel my balls tighten and I let loose and pump her full of my hot cum. The release I have long sought is here, but I have just begun.
"Good girl, Ginger." I smile at her and she can see me in the mirror. Pulling her to her feet, I lead her into my huge black marble bathroom. Turning on the taps, I draw her a hot bath, filling it with soothing bath oils. She has the dazed expression that I so like. I get in and pull her in with me to sit between my legs with her back facing me. She is so soft, just like I imagined.
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The hot water feels good, and I relax, leaning back against Søren. My breasts and pussy are swollen, my skin flushed. He kisses my neck and then massages my shoulders, which ache from being tied up. From a small silver bowl he douses my hair in hot water, it streams down my face and chest.
I close my eyes and enjoy the feel of his strong arms and legs around my body. My wet hair is hanging down the front, spreading across my breasts, covering my nipples. He soaps up my hair, massaging my scalp. I look down at the soapy lather trailing over my tits and belly. No one has ever washed me..
"Søren," I try to form words, but I fail.
"Shhhhh," he murmurs against my neck. I am so confused, yet I cannot deny the warmth and contentment I am experiencing. He presents me with a glass of red wine, it is just what I need. I sip slowly, relaxing, sleepy, safe.. I drift off.
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She is that worn out? I let Ginger sleep against my chest for a few minutes, then I pick her up and take her to my bed. Laying her down undisturbed I towel her off. I crawl in next to her and pull the duvet over us, I am surprised at the tenderness I am feeling towards my her.
I stroke her hip, and brush her hair away from her face, placing a few soft kisses on her jaw. Ginger looks so innocent, my naughty little slut, like an angel as she slumbers. Curling up behind her, I press against her plush ass, and cup one breast. I fight my desire to fuck her again, god I want her. But she has earned her rest. Tomorrow is another day.
Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 06
Saturday morning I wake up refreshed. I get up and take a long walk around my neighborhood, ending up at a cafe with a newspaper and a bowl of fruit and yoghurt.
"Good morning, Miss Ginger." A soft male voice interrupts my reverie. It's Mikkel, accompanied by two of my other students, Nicolaj and Henrik.
"Please sit down, boys." I smile, this is a nice surprise. Nicolaj jabs Mikkel in the ribs and grins. He has brown hair and dark blue eyes. He is handsome, and his grin is infectious. Henrik is more quiet and shy, with tousled blond hair and blue eyes. I must admit, I am pleased to have three young guys sitting with me.
"So, Miss Ginger, are you going to the party tonight? It will be fun, they are well-known. It can get pretty wild and they often last til dawn." Nicolaj's eyes are dancing with mischief.
I reply enthusiastically, "Of course I am going, Nicolaj. I wouldn't miss it!"
Henrik smiles for the first time, and I find myself looking at his long fingers wrapped around his coffee cup. "Long fingers, wonder if he knows how to use them to find my gspot." His whole face lights up.
"We will make sure you have a good time, Miss Ginger. I will personally take care of you." My mind wanders, what does Henrik mean by 'taking care of me'?
Mikkel is sitting so close to me our thighs are touching. He rests his hand on my knee under the table and squeezes. I jump a little at his touch. Nicolaj is checking me out without shame. I guess he likes what he sees, because he is licking his lips like a wolf.
We sit and chat for a while, then I excuse myself. I get up and see that Henrik is watching my every move, and holds my gaze a little longer than is polite.
"Well, boys, I will see you tonight. Is there anything I should know about a dress code? Will it be formal or casual?"
Nicolaj volunteers, "Miss Ginger, there will be dancing, but I must tell you that the house is grand, I wouldn't show up in torn jeans and sandals. I am sure you will look good no matter what you wear." Nicolaj winks at me and I blush.
I arrive home, a little relieved. I feel nervous, I wish I had a girlfriend who would accompany me, so I wouldn't be so vulnerable. Shaking it off, I take a long hot bath, making sure to shave everything carefully.
Lathering up my pussy with shaving cream gets me so hot, and I enjoy shaving everything off. I run my hands all over, and dip my fingers inside. I am slippery, and I reach up and rub my g-spot. The sensation takes my breath away, I wish I could find a man who knew what it was for. Frowning, I drain the tub and carefully apply lotion all over my body.
I pull out my silk black skirt, it is long with a slit up the thigh. Black thigh-high hose and my new shiny black high heels with the straps on the ankles. I am wearing my dark burgundy silk corset that laces up the back. I pile my hair loosely on my head, leaving a few curls hanging around my face.
Dark smudged eyeshadow, blood-red nails and lipstick to match. My black velvet choker looks good with the corset. To make my outfit a bit more demure, I put on my black velvet cloak. I know I look goth, but these are the clothes I am most comfortable in. Most people are put off a bit by my wicked look.
Although it is considered an ungodly sin in Denmark, I arrive late. I don't want to be the first one there. As I walk up the drive, I can hear loud, deep bass music thumping. The house is gorgeous, all stone and huge lead-glass windows. It must be one of the faculty throwing this party.
I go in and it is exceedingly dark. Thick white and red candles are everywhere, but the shadows are plentiful. I enter a long room with a high ceiling. There is a fire roaring, and a polished oak bar on the left.
"A drink is definitely in order." I drift towards the bar, scanning the crowd. I see a few familiar faces. "Miss Ginger! So glad you made it!" Nicolaj plants a kiss on my cheek and tugs my hand to follow him.
Henrik and Mikkel are sitting on a low leather couch and make room for me to sit between them. They are looking me up and down slowly, jaws hanging open a little.
Mikkel speaks, "Wow, Miss Ginger, I, uhh, like your outfit." Henrik clears his throat, "May I hang up your cloak?"
I say, "No thank you, it is somewhat chilly in here." The truth is I don't want them to see my bare shoulders and just how much of my breasts are bulging out the top of my corset.
A few glasses of red wine pass my lips, and I am feeling good. These guys are funny, and we are all having a good time. I relax and cross my legs, allowing a little of my thigh above my stockings to show.
Nicolaj is happy to see this, and reaching over, strokes me with one finger under the band of my hose. "Miss Ginger, your skirt has fallen open. Do you want some help with that?" he grins and pushes my skirt open more, exposing my legs up to the top of my thighs. I shiver and don't protest.
Nicolaj says, "You like showing off your body, don't you?" No one can really see us except Mikkel and Henrik. They move in closer on each side. Nicolaj kneels in front of me, a hand on each of my knees.
I feel a bit dizzy, I didn't realize how much wine I have been drinking. He gently opens my legs, while Henrik starts kissing my neck and Mikkel is untying my cloak, pulling it off my shoulders. His warm hands brush the tops of my breasts as he does this. I am drowning in pleasure, three hot guys on me at once!
I look around to see if anyone is watching, I have a funny feeling someone is there but I can't see anything. "Just lean back and relax, Miss Ginger, you like to feel good don't you?" Henrik whispers in my ear.
Nicolaj's hands are making their way up the insides of my soft thighs, Henrik has his hand resting on the silk encircling my waist tightly. "Mikkel told us what he did with you. We know you need it, babe."
Mikkel is tugging on my corset, he is dangerously close to exposing my nipples, which are rock-hard by now. "Guys, have you ever seen such big tits?" I am turned on by their lewd words. I turn my head towards Mikkel and we kiss deeply, while Henrik is squeezing my right breast and Nicolaj is rubbing my bare little pussy through the thin material of my panties.
I am excited that we are in public, yet the low lighting allows us some privacy. I haven't left this couch the entire time. But why would I want to, the party is right here. I know this is unseemly of me to be fooling around with my students, but I am not thinking clearly.
Mikkel is still kissing me but Nickolaj's hands have withdrawn, I hope he has better plans with what to do with me, and I squirm my hips invitingly, parting my thighs a bit more. Henrik's hand drops from my breast suddenly, and it's only then that I tear myself away from Mikkel's kiss.
I hear this sound of a knife tapping a glass. It is insistent. Abruptly my three hot guys stand up and leave. "What the hell?" I am indignant, is this some kind of trick to get the teacher hot then take off?
I turn my head towards the person making this tapping sound and can barely make out that it's a man, slumped in a large overstuffed chair off in the corner. His legs are stretched out in front of him, one hand cupping a glass. I can see the knife glint in the candlelight, then it drops to the floor.
I only see his silhouette, he takes a deep drag on his cigarette. The lighting behind him shows the thick smoke floating above as he exhales slowly.
I stand up and straighten my clothing, pulling my cloak tightly around my shoulders. "He has been watching the entire time, I am going to die from embarrassment." But a part of me is turned on that I had an audience.
I sway towards him, I am still a little tipsy, and breathless from the attentions of my three hot boys. I get closer and giggle a little, "I hope you enjoyed our little show. Why did you have to spoil it?"
"Miss Ginger, sit down." He pushes a velvet footstool towards me. That voice, oh no oh no oh no but yes it is Søren. The blood rushes to my face, this is the worst possible thing that could happen! For some reason I do not argue, I sit and he tugs me closer, to his left side. I feel an icy hand on the back of my neck, stroking me softly.
Søren fingers my velvet choker. I barely hear him say, "Very nice." I sit still but my heart is beating fast. I know I am in trouble, but I have no idea how much. I hear the ice in his glass as he twirls it. "Åben munden." I comply silently and part my lips. He slips in a few pieces of ice. I feel the burn of a fine bourbon on my tongue. "Do you like that flavor, Miss Ginger?"
Søren's voice is lower than usual, and my eyes are glazing over, hypnotized. "Yes, Søren," I whisper, not daring to look at him. He pulls me into his lap, and I feel so warm and safe in his embrace, even though he scares the hell out of me. One hand on my chin, he brings my face up to his, and leans in and kisses me, hot fiery bourbon pouring into my mouth from his.
Up close I can see the shards of ice in his eyes glittering, Søren is kissing me with his eyes open. There is no escape from this man. I return his kiss unblinkingly, his lips are so plush and warm, he sucks on my tongue, then inserts a finger and withdraws, leaving me to suck on that.
I can feel my lips are swollen and I bite his finger defiantly, but he only laughs. Søren traces his wet finger over my collarbone and down into my cleavage. "I don't think we will be needing this." He pushes my cloak off and stares at my bare neck and upper chest.
"Miss Ginger, every time I turn around, you have some man all over you, tonight it was three of them, all of them my friends. You just don't understand yet, do you? Du tilhører mig." With that Søren stands up and swings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His words echo in my brain, "You belong to me."
I beat my fists on his back but he keeps walking and smacks my ass a few times. "Hush, little one." We go down a long dark hallway and ascend a wide set of stairs.
I am starting to panic, "Where are you taking me?" Søren is silent and we reach the top, turning left.
We approach a balcony that overlooks the party, which is in full swing. I can see the bodies writhing on the dance floor, the music is loud and sexy, people are drunk and fucking is masquerading as dancing.
Søren sets me down on a long wooden table covered with a deep purple velvet cloth. Candles are lit in sconces against the wall, the carpet is thick and muffles our movements. He blows out the candles, now no one can see us, but we can see the entire party.
I curl my legs beneath me and cross my arms, hugging my self. He pulls up a chair and pulls my feet on either side of him, placing them on the armrests of his chair. Running his finger down my leg he stops at the arch of my foot.
Søren unbuckles the strap of my high-heel and grips my ankle hard. "Do you realize what shoes like these do to men? That they drive them to distraction?" He kisses the side, biting and going upwards, up my calf, stopping at the back of my knee. I am shaking uncontrollably.
Every syllable that he utters reverberates deep inside of me, lighting a path straight to my clit. He must be aware of the power of his voice.
My skirt is almost up around my waist, and he has a clear view of my tiny black panties barely covering my mound. Spreading my thighs roughly he stares at my sex, as if I don't exist. "Mine," he mutters.
"Do..do you live here?" I ask tremulously. Søren nods without taking his eyes off of the object of his desire. He is dressed in a tailored dark suit with a charcoal grey shirt, and a thin silk tie. It fits his broad shoulders perfectly.
"Take off my tie, Ginger." He has dropped the "Miss" in front of my name, I know Søren means business. With shaking hands I reach out and remove it, and hand it to him. He pulls me to my feet and leads me to the balcony. He lashes my wrists towards the top of one of the oak columns along the railing. My chest is heaving.
"Please, Søren, I will stay away from your friends, just let me go."
With my hands up this high, the burgundy silk of my corset is pulling down away from me, I can see the tops of my areolae exposed. I hear him unbuckle his belt, and dread what is coming next. He unzips my skirt and eases it down my hips, then folds it neatly on the back of his chair.
"That's much better. I prefer you in stockings, heels and the corset. You had better get used to it." Søren nudges my feet apart, I can feel the cool air on my hot pussy. My panties are now hiking up over my ass cheeks, I am so wet for this mysterious and strange man.
I hear the swish and then the "smack" of his belt land on the back of my thighs. "Owwww stop it, you crazy bastard, this isn't funny anymore!" I howl angrily.
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I feel the rush of adrenaline. "I have wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on you, Ginger." Again I bring the belt down, this time on her luscious ass, I love the way it jiggles when I do this. "Smack!" Over and over I lash her sweet bottom, enjoying her squeals and pathetic whimpering. It is music to my ears. She is crying, I will stop for now.
Stepping close behind her, I reach around and pull both nipples up to peek out the top of her sexy corset. (I love nothing better than a tight, tight corset on a woman. How did she know..) Looking down over her shoulders, I feast my eyes upon her nipples for the first time.
I had wondered what they would look like, pink or brown? They are a mixture of both, and harden nicely between my fingers. "How long do you think we can make these, darling?" I twist hard and pull upwards, lifting her tits completely out of her corset.
"Ahhhh ohhh nooo don't oh god oh god!" Ginger is yelling but alas no one can hear the sweet sounds of her protest except me. I pull her tits up and shake them, drinking in the sight of them moving under my control. Her hips are wiggling in her struggle to get away, I am sure she doesn't realize they look even more enticing.
I get close to her ear, and wait for her to calm down. "Ginger, I am not doing anything that you don't already desire. I know you, I am in your mind." Her breathing evens out, and I feel her relax against her bonds. Suddenly a sharp pain lances through my foot, the little bitch just stomped on me with her spike-heeled shoe!
Wincing but still in control, I reach up and pull her hair down out of her styling on top of her head. "Trying to fight the inevitable, are we?" She is actually smiling..! "Don't push me, Ginger" I say with menace. My hands slide down her waist to her hips and grip them. "These are perfect for me to hold on to as I have my way with you."
I hear her suck in her breath, which makes her tits jut out farther away from her body. I slap her breast in a downward motion, enjoying her surprised scream. I do the other one, and go back and forth. I love how they wobble, and she writhes so prettily for me. Ginger hisses, "Get your hands off of me, this really hurts!"
I ignore her and look down on my party, successful as usual. Everything is working according to my plan. If anyone looks up here closely, what a delicious sight they will see.
Stepping back, I sit in my chair to enjoy the sight of Ginger's trembling, sexy body; and mull over my next move.
"Good morning, Miss Ginger." A soft male voice interrupts my reverie. It's Mikkel, accompanied by two of my other students, Nicolaj and Henrik.
"Please sit down, boys." I smile, this is a nice surprise. Nicolaj jabs Mikkel in the ribs and grins. He has brown hair and dark blue eyes. He is handsome, and his grin is infectious. Henrik is more quiet and shy, with tousled blond hair and blue eyes. I must admit, I am pleased to have three young guys sitting with me.
"So, Miss Ginger, are you going to the party tonight? It will be fun, they are well-known. It can get pretty wild and they often last til dawn." Nicolaj's eyes are dancing with mischief.
I reply enthusiastically, "Of course I am going, Nicolaj. I wouldn't miss it!"
Henrik smiles for the first time, and I find myself looking at his long fingers wrapped around his coffee cup. "Long fingers, wonder if he knows how to use them to find my gspot." His whole face lights up.
"We will make sure you have a good time, Miss Ginger. I will personally take care of you." My mind wanders, what does Henrik mean by 'taking care of me'?
Mikkel is sitting so close to me our thighs are touching. He rests his hand on my knee under the table and squeezes. I jump a little at his touch. Nicolaj is checking me out without shame. I guess he likes what he sees, because he is licking his lips like a wolf.
We sit and chat for a while, then I excuse myself. I get up and see that Henrik is watching my every move, and holds my gaze a little longer than is polite.
"Well, boys, I will see you tonight. Is there anything I should know about a dress code? Will it be formal or casual?"
Nicolaj volunteers, "Miss Ginger, there will be dancing, but I must tell you that the house is grand, I wouldn't show up in torn jeans and sandals. I am sure you will look good no matter what you wear." Nicolaj winks at me and I blush.
I arrive home, a little relieved. I feel nervous, I wish I had a girlfriend who would accompany me, so I wouldn't be so vulnerable. Shaking it off, I take a long hot bath, making sure to shave everything carefully.
Lathering up my pussy with shaving cream gets me so hot, and I enjoy shaving everything off. I run my hands all over, and dip my fingers inside. I am slippery, and I reach up and rub my g-spot. The sensation takes my breath away, I wish I could find a man who knew what it was for. Frowning, I drain the tub and carefully apply lotion all over my body.
I pull out my silk black skirt, it is long with a slit up the thigh. Black thigh-high hose and my new shiny black high heels with the straps on the ankles. I am wearing my dark burgundy silk corset that laces up the back. I pile my hair loosely on my head, leaving a few curls hanging around my face.
Dark smudged eyeshadow, blood-red nails and lipstick to match. My black velvet choker looks good with the corset. To make my outfit a bit more demure, I put on my black velvet cloak. I know I look goth, but these are the clothes I am most comfortable in. Most people are put off a bit by my wicked look.
Although it is considered an ungodly sin in Denmark, I arrive late. I don't want to be the first one there. As I walk up the drive, I can hear loud, deep bass music thumping. The house is gorgeous, all stone and huge lead-glass windows. It must be one of the faculty throwing this party.
I go in and it is exceedingly dark. Thick white and red candles are everywhere, but the shadows are plentiful. I enter a long room with a high ceiling. There is a fire roaring, and a polished oak bar on the left.
"A drink is definitely in order." I drift towards the bar, scanning the crowd. I see a few familiar faces. "Miss Ginger! So glad you made it!" Nicolaj plants a kiss on my cheek and tugs my hand to follow him.
Henrik and Mikkel are sitting on a low leather couch and make room for me to sit between them. They are looking me up and down slowly, jaws hanging open a little.
Mikkel speaks, "Wow, Miss Ginger, I, uhh, like your outfit." Henrik clears his throat, "May I hang up your cloak?"
I say, "No thank you, it is somewhat chilly in here." The truth is I don't want them to see my bare shoulders and just how much of my breasts are bulging out the top of my corset.
A few glasses of red wine pass my lips, and I am feeling good. These guys are funny, and we are all having a good time. I relax and cross my legs, allowing a little of my thigh above my stockings to show.
Nicolaj is happy to see this, and reaching over, strokes me with one finger under the band of my hose. "Miss Ginger, your skirt has fallen open. Do you want some help with that?" he grins and pushes my skirt open more, exposing my legs up to the top of my thighs. I shiver and don't protest.
Nicolaj says, "You like showing off your body, don't you?" No one can really see us except Mikkel and Henrik. They move in closer on each side. Nicolaj kneels in front of me, a hand on each of my knees.
I feel a bit dizzy, I didn't realize how much wine I have been drinking. He gently opens my legs, while Henrik starts kissing my neck and Mikkel is untying my cloak, pulling it off my shoulders. His warm hands brush the tops of my breasts as he does this. I am drowning in pleasure, three hot guys on me at once!
I look around to see if anyone is watching, I have a funny feeling someone is there but I can't see anything. "Just lean back and relax, Miss Ginger, you like to feel good don't you?" Henrik whispers in my ear.
Nicolaj's hands are making their way up the insides of my soft thighs, Henrik has his hand resting on the silk encircling my waist tightly. "Mikkel told us what he did with you. We know you need it, babe."
Mikkel is tugging on my corset, he is dangerously close to exposing my nipples, which are rock-hard by now. "Guys, have you ever seen such big tits?" I am turned on by their lewd words. I turn my head towards Mikkel and we kiss deeply, while Henrik is squeezing my right breast and Nicolaj is rubbing my bare little pussy through the thin material of my panties.
I am excited that we are in public, yet the low lighting allows us some privacy. I haven't left this couch the entire time. But why would I want to, the party is right here. I know this is unseemly of me to be fooling around with my students, but I am not thinking clearly.
Mikkel is still kissing me but Nickolaj's hands have withdrawn, I hope he has better plans with what to do with me, and I squirm my hips invitingly, parting my thighs a bit more. Henrik's hand drops from my breast suddenly, and it's only then that I tear myself away from Mikkel's kiss.
I hear this sound of a knife tapping a glass. It is insistent. Abruptly my three hot guys stand up and leave. "What the hell?" I am indignant, is this some kind of trick to get the teacher hot then take off?
I turn my head towards the person making this tapping sound and can barely make out that it's a man, slumped in a large overstuffed chair off in the corner. His legs are stretched out in front of him, one hand cupping a glass. I can see the knife glint in the candlelight, then it drops to the floor.
I only see his silhouette, he takes a deep drag on his cigarette. The lighting behind him shows the thick smoke floating above as he exhales slowly.
I stand up and straighten my clothing, pulling my cloak tightly around my shoulders. "He has been watching the entire time, I am going to die from embarrassment." But a part of me is turned on that I had an audience.
I sway towards him, I am still a little tipsy, and breathless from the attentions of my three hot boys. I get closer and giggle a little, "I hope you enjoyed our little show. Why did you have to spoil it?"
"Miss Ginger, sit down." He pushes a velvet footstool towards me. That voice, oh no oh no oh no but yes it is Søren. The blood rushes to my face, this is the worst possible thing that could happen! For some reason I do not argue, I sit and he tugs me closer, to his left side. I feel an icy hand on the back of my neck, stroking me softly.
Søren fingers my velvet choker. I barely hear him say, "Very nice." I sit still but my heart is beating fast. I know I am in trouble, but I have no idea how much. I hear the ice in his glass as he twirls it. "Åben munden." I comply silently and part my lips. He slips in a few pieces of ice. I feel the burn of a fine bourbon on my tongue. "Do you like that flavor, Miss Ginger?"
Søren's voice is lower than usual, and my eyes are glazing over, hypnotized. "Yes, Søren," I whisper, not daring to look at him. He pulls me into his lap, and I feel so warm and safe in his embrace, even though he scares the hell out of me. One hand on my chin, he brings my face up to his, and leans in and kisses me, hot fiery bourbon pouring into my mouth from his.
Up close I can see the shards of ice in his eyes glittering, Søren is kissing me with his eyes open. There is no escape from this man. I return his kiss unblinkingly, his lips are so plush and warm, he sucks on my tongue, then inserts a finger and withdraws, leaving me to suck on that.
I can feel my lips are swollen and I bite his finger defiantly, but he only laughs. Søren traces his wet finger over my collarbone and down into my cleavage. "I don't think we will be needing this." He pushes my cloak off and stares at my bare neck and upper chest.
"Miss Ginger, every time I turn around, you have some man all over you, tonight it was three of them, all of them my friends. You just don't understand yet, do you? Du tilhører mig." With that Søren stands up and swings me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. His words echo in my brain, "You belong to me."
I beat my fists on his back but he keeps walking and smacks my ass a few times. "Hush, little one." We go down a long dark hallway and ascend a wide set of stairs.
I am starting to panic, "Where are you taking me?" Søren is silent and we reach the top, turning left.
We approach a balcony that overlooks the party, which is in full swing. I can see the bodies writhing on the dance floor, the music is loud and sexy, people are drunk and fucking is masquerading as dancing.
Søren sets me down on a long wooden table covered with a deep purple velvet cloth. Candles are lit in sconces against the wall, the carpet is thick and muffles our movements. He blows out the candles, now no one can see us, but we can see the entire party.
I curl my legs beneath me and cross my arms, hugging my self. He pulls up a chair and pulls my feet on either side of him, placing them on the armrests of his chair. Running his finger down my leg he stops at the arch of my foot.
Søren unbuckles the strap of my high-heel and grips my ankle hard. "Do you realize what shoes like these do to men? That they drive them to distraction?" He kisses the side, biting and going upwards, up my calf, stopping at the back of my knee. I am shaking uncontrollably.
Every syllable that he utters reverberates deep inside of me, lighting a path straight to my clit. He must be aware of the power of his voice.
My skirt is almost up around my waist, and he has a clear view of my tiny black panties barely covering my mound. Spreading my thighs roughly he stares at my sex, as if I don't exist. "Mine," he mutters.
"Do..do you live here?" I ask tremulously. Søren nods without taking his eyes off of the object of his desire. He is dressed in a tailored dark suit with a charcoal grey shirt, and a thin silk tie. It fits his broad shoulders perfectly.
"Take off my tie, Ginger." He has dropped the "Miss" in front of my name, I know Søren means business. With shaking hands I reach out and remove it, and hand it to him. He pulls me to my feet and leads me to the balcony. He lashes my wrists towards the top of one of the oak columns along the railing. My chest is heaving.
"Please, Søren, I will stay away from your friends, just let me go."
With my hands up this high, the burgundy silk of my corset is pulling down away from me, I can see the tops of my areolae exposed. I hear him unbuckle his belt, and dread what is coming next. He unzips my skirt and eases it down my hips, then folds it neatly on the back of his chair.
"That's much better. I prefer you in stockings, heels and the corset. You had better get used to it." Søren nudges my feet apart, I can feel the cool air on my hot pussy. My panties are now hiking up over my ass cheeks, I am so wet for this mysterious and strange man.
I hear the swish and then the "smack" of his belt land on the back of my thighs. "Owwww stop it, you crazy bastard, this isn't funny anymore!" I howl angrily.
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I feel the rush of adrenaline. "I have wanted to do this ever since I laid eyes on you, Ginger." Again I bring the belt down, this time on her luscious ass, I love the way it jiggles when I do this. "Smack!" Over and over I lash her sweet bottom, enjoying her squeals and pathetic whimpering. It is music to my ears. She is crying, I will stop for now.
Stepping close behind her, I reach around and pull both nipples up to peek out the top of her sexy corset. (I love nothing better than a tight, tight corset on a woman. How did she know..) Looking down over her shoulders, I feast my eyes upon her nipples for the first time.
I had wondered what they would look like, pink or brown? They are a mixture of both, and harden nicely between my fingers. "How long do you think we can make these, darling?" I twist hard and pull upwards, lifting her tits completely out of her corset.
"Ahhhh ohhh nooo don't oh god oh god!" Ginger is yelling but alas no one can hear the sweet sounds of her protest except me. I pull her tits up and shake them, drinking in the sight of them moving under my control. Her hips are wiggling in her struggle to get away, I am sure she doesn't realize they look even more enticing.
I get close to her ear, and wait for her to calm down. "Ginger, I am not doing anything that you don't already desire. I know you, I am in your mind." Her breathing evens out, and I feel her relax against her bonds. Suddenly a sharp pain lances through my foot, the little bitch just stomped on me with her spike-heeled shoe!
Wincing but still in control, I reach up and pull her hair down out of her styling on top of her head. "Trying to fight the inevitable, are we?" She is actually smiling..! "Don't push me, Ginger" I say with menace. My hands slide down her waist to her hips and grip them. "These are perfect for me to hold on to as I have my way with you."
I hear her suck in her breath, which makes her tits jut out farther away from her body. I slap her breast in a downward motion, enjoying her surprised scream. I do the other one, and go back and forth. I love how they wobble, and she writhes so prettily for me. Ginger hisses, "Get your hands off of me, this really hurts!"
I ignore her and look down on my party, successful as usual. Everything is working according to my plan. If anyone looks up here closely, what a delicious sight they will see.
Stepping back, I sit in my chair to enjoy the sight of Ginger's trembling, sexy body; and mull over my next move.
Friday, February 1, 2013
Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 05
Miss Ginger ~~
After a heavy sleep filled with dreams of strong hands all over my warm soft body, I awaken to the sun streaming in my bedroom windows. "Oh, no! I am late for school!" I jump up and throw on a pair of slightly faded jeans and a scoop-necked black t-shirt. "It's Friday, and in my country that means casual dress. If they don't like it, I don't care. After what I have been through, I deserve a break."
Pulling on my black motorcycle boots, I am glad I brought these with me. I feel more tough and confident wearing these. I insert my black leather belt through the loops in my jeans and admire the way my hips and ass look. Throwing on my tight leather military style jacket I jump on my bicycle and head off to school.
Subconsciously I reach to my throat to check for my special necklace that I wear 24/7. "Oh my god, it's gone!" I can't understand what happened to it, but I will have to search for it tonight. No time right now.
I enter class only a few minutes late, smoothing down my wild dark curls. The hours pass uneventfully, every so often I glance up at Søren, but he seems intent on his studies for once. For some reason, every time I look at him he catches me. One corner of his mouth goes up, there is that maddening smile! Mikkel, on the other hand, is blatantly staring at my lips and neckline. I smile at him, secretly hoping Søren notices. Mikkel is wearing a tight white t-shirt, and I can see his pecs and hard nipples clearly. "I do believe I excite him. He was so close to enjoying my ripe lips."
I pause and think about Mikkel, he is hot in a conventional kind of way. I would probably let him suck on my pussy and make me cum. But I am not terribly excited by him. I can tell he wants to beg me to suck his cock, and you see, that is part of the problem. He would beg me, not *make* me do it. Just like my ex-boyfriend.
Now, Søren, on the other hand, I know there would be no queries. I stifle a giggle. I look at Søren and of course he has heard me giggling. He stares at me and I am lost in his eyes. My mind races and I look down in my lap. I am fantasizing about him forcing me to please him.
I know he would not hesitate to make me suck him whenever he felt like it. The thought sends a frisson of excitement through me, and I shudder, dreaming of his large hands and long fingers in my hair.
I picture his angry cock pushing past my swollen lips, the cruel smile on his face. My nipples harden and I blush at the thought of him using me. I want him to use me, fuck me, lick me, beat me, torture me into submission. I don't want a choice in the matter. But this can't be healthy for me to think this way, is it?
I look up and stare back, I don't care that I am blushing furiously. I want Søren badly. I want to crawl across the classroom and under his desk and put my hot mouth on his cock over the material of his tight jeans and blow. I want to feel his bulge grow and know that I caused it.
What am I thinking? He is my student. I am in charge of him, not the other way around. Why does he have this power over me?
Class is over, and I start checking my e-mails. There is a message from an address I don't recognize. I quickly scan the message, it's an invitation to a party tomorrow night. The invite list contains students from my class. It must be some kind of regular party for the students. "I might as well attend and get to know some people. It could be a good thing to get to know the students better."
I enter the event into my iPhone and set the alarm to give myself plenty of time to prepare. "I will have to choose my outfit carefully. The invitation mentioned music, I can wear my new heels and skirt."
Closing my laptop, I stuff it in my bag. I feel this sensation of being watched, and I look up to see him staring at me bending over. I tingle between my thighs, remember his brutal touch on my aching pussy. I am getting wet, dammit.
I wonder if he will be there.
Søren ~~
"Ha! Look at those hot motorcycle boots she is wearing. I think I have underestimated my Miss Ginger." Scanning her form-fitting jeans and t-shirt, I grow curious as to what she is like when she dances at a concert or at a club. For an older woman, she seems pretty hip.
Then she puts on that badass leather jacket. "Hmmm. I like this side of her. She's no pushover, I think I might meet some resistance tomorrow night. It's obvious she hasn't figured out I am the one throwing this party."
I turn over in my mind the music playlist I will create tonight. I will observe her and find out just what moves her. I am dying to see the passion come out.
I look over and notice that Mikkel is heading her way. "That little prick, he knows he is playing with fire." My mood is darkening, I better leave before I show my hand.
Grinning, I leave with all kinds of evil thoughts brewing.
After a heavy sleep filled with dreams of strong hands all over my warm soft body, I awaken to the sun streaming in my bedroom windows. "Oh, no! I am late for school!" I jump up and throw on a pair of slightly faded jeans and a scoop-necked black t-shirt. "It's Friday, and in my country that means casual dress. If they don't like it, I don't care. After what I have been through, I deserve a break."
Pulling on my black motorcycle boots, I am glad I brought these with me. I feel more tough and confident wearing these. I insert my black leather belt through the loops in my jeans and admire the way my hips and ass look. Throwing on my tight leather military style jacket I jump on my bicycle and head off to school.
Subconsciously I reach to my throat to check for my special necklace that I wear 24/7. "Oh my god, it's gone!" I can't understand what happened to it, but I will have to search for it tonight. No time right now.
I enter class only a few minutes late, smoothing down my wild dark curls. The hours pass uneventfully, every so often I glance up at Søren, but he seems intent on his studies for once. For some reason, every time I look at him he catches me. One corner of his mouth goes up, there is that maddening smile! Mikkel, on the other hand, is blatantly staring at my lips and neckline. I smile at him, secretly hoping Søren notices. Mikkel is wearing a tight white t-shirt, and I can see his pecs and hard nipples clearly. "I do believe I excite him. He was so close to enjoying my ripe lips."
I pause and think about Mikkel, he is hot in a conventional kind of way. I would probably let him suck on my pussy and make me cum. But I am not terribly excited by him. I can tell he wants to beg me to suck his cock, and you see, that is part of the problem. He would beg me, not *make* me do it. Just like my ex-boyfriend.
Now, Søren, on the other hand, I know there would be no queries. I stifle a giggle. I look at Søren and of course he has heard me giggling. He stares at me and I am lost in his eyes. My mind races and I look down in my lap. I am fantasizing about him forcing me to please him.
I know he would not hesitate to make me suck him whenever he felt like it. The thought sends a frisson of excitement through me, and I shudder, dreaming of his large hands and long fingers in my hair.
I picture his angry cock pushing past my swollen lips, the cruel smile on his face. My nipples harden and I blush at the thought of him using me. I want him to use me, fuck me, lick me, beat me, torture me into submission. I don't want a choice in the matter. But this can't be healthy for me to think this way, is it?
I look up and stare back, I don't care that I am blushing furiously. I want Søren badly. I want to crawl across the classroom and under his desk and put my hot mouth on his cock over the material of his tight jeans and blow. I want to feel his bulge grow and know that I caused it.
What am I thinking? He is my student. I am in charge of him, not the other way around. Why does he have this power over me?
Class is over, and I start checking my e-mails. There is a message from an address I don't recognize. I quickly scan the message, it's an invitation to a party tomorrow night. The invite list contains students from my class. It must be some kind of regular party for the students. "I might as well attend and get to know some people. It could be a good thing to get to know the students better."
I enter the event into my iPhone and set the alarm to give myself plenty of time to prepare. "I will have to choose my outfit carefully. The invitation mentioned music, I can wear my new heels and skirt."
Closing my laptop, I stuff it in my bag. I feel this sensation of being watched, and I look up to see him staring at me bending over. I tingle between my thighs, remember his brutal touch on my aching pussy. I am getting wet, dammit.
I wonder if he will be there.
Søren ~~
"Ha! Look at those hot motorcycle boots she is wearing. I think I have underestimated my Miss Ginger." Scanning her form-fitting jeans and t-shirt, I grow curious as to what she is like when she dances at a concert or at a club. For an older woman, she seems pretty hip.
Then she puts on that badass leather jacket. "Hmmm. I like this side of her. She's no pushover, I think I might meet some resistance tomorrow night. It's obvious she hasn't figured out I am the one throwing this party."
I turn over in my mind the music playlist I will create tonight. I will observe her and find out just what moves her. I am dying to see the passion come out.
I look over and notice that Mikkel is heading her way. "That little prick, he knows he is playing with fire." My mood is darkening, I better leave before I show my hand.
Grinning, I leave with all kinds of evil thoughts brewing.
Ginger Moves Overseas chap. 04
Søren ~~
Walking slowly down the road, lost in thought, I head for home. I unlock the heavy oak door and enter my large foyer. The inlaid stone floor is cold and grey, in contrast to the white oak paneling on the walls. "While I miss my parents, I am grateful they left the estate as my legacy."
"I think Miss Ginger has great potential," I muse, "she responded quite well to my treatment of her."
I had been anticipating the arrival of Miss Ginger to my university for several months. She is still ignorant of the fact that I serve on the board of directors. Unusual for someone who is only 20 years of age, but in view of the large sums of money I donate to the school, they can't deny me my membership.
Thinking back to her resume, I had a feeling that she would be a lovely lady. Judging from her photo, I could see an intelligence in her face, coupled with a defiant and passionate set to her eyes. It was only a head shot, so I had no idea if her body matched that attractive visage.
That morning when Miss Ginger sashayed into class, I had to shift in my chair to hide my excitement. Her swaying hips, that flirty red skirt swinging back and forth as she clicked across the classroom.
My ice-blue eyes had taken in every part of her, and I had sucked in my breath as I began to understand just how much fun this was going to be.
Miss Ginger's soft dark curly hair held my attention most of all. It cascaded down to the middle of her back, and little ringlets formed at the front of her neck. "She is adorable," I had thought, "look at that cute smile and the natural rose tint to her cheeks."
My eyes had wandered to her full breasts, while I leaned back and smiled. Danish women didn't have tits like that. Miss Ginger was of Mediterranean descent, all curves. Her olive skin was tanned, another exotic feature I didn't get to see around here.
"I will have to see that they get the proper attention." I picture Miss Ginger on her back, her big soft tits bound up with rope. "I will make her suck on her own nipples for me." Clamps will be necessary to tame that wild spirit of hers.
The eyes, Miss Ginger's eyes had appeared to be brown at first. But when she stormed back to my seat, (as I knew she would, that's why I had pushed my book on the floor) I had gotten a close look.
"Oh my god, dazzling eyes. Brown, green and gold. How exquisite. Her skin, soft and smooth, with one tiny wrinkle at the side of her plump lips, indicating a woman who smiled impishly, and often."
"I like her, mmm I like her very much." These thoughts had occupied me throughout the class. I had liked the way she jumped when I had reached out and grabbed her tiny wrist.
I am reluctant to admit that Miss Ginger's voice has an effect on me. She must not be aware that she sounds like a sex kitten. It is difficult to focus on what she is saying. Low and throaty, her voice lilts in a way that disguises her origin. Every word she utters is dripping with sex. I look around the class, I am not the only one she affects.
Mikkel might pose a problem. Miss Ginger is attracted to him. I frown and glare at his profile. He knows she belongs to me, yet he continues to lust for her. I can't say I blame him.
Mikkel is playing with fire, he should know better than to defy me. She needs a real man, not a boy who will fumble around touching her plush body. Miss Ginger is built for fucking, and I will make sure to explore every inch of her.
She has lips made for sucking my cock, I can't wait to have her engulf me and choke as I use her pretty little mouth for my pleasure. I want to hear her moan in that sexy voice while I abuse her.
I finger the fine silver chain I had undone from her neck while I used her in the park. "Miss Ginger didn't even notice. I believe she was preoccupied with my fingers in her juicy cunt."
The ruby drop matches the one on her ankle bracelet, and the thought that this drop had been smothered in Miss Ginger's magnificent cleavage makes my cock harden.
"I am sure she will want this back, but she will have to work for it." With these pleasant thoughts in my head, I fire up my laptop and set out to invite my friends to the party I'm throwing Saturday night.
This was going to be good.
Walking slowly down the road, lost in thought, I head for home. I unlock the heavy oak door and enter my large foyer. The inlaid stone floor is cold and grey, in contrast to the white oak paneling on the walls. "While I miss my parents, I am grateful they left the estate as my legacy."
"I think Miss Ginger has great potential," I muse, "she responded quite well to my treatment of her."
I had been anticipating the arrival of Miss Ginger to my university for several months. She is still ignorant of the fact that I serve on the board of directors. Unusual for someone who is only 20 years of age, but in view of the large sums of money I donate to the school, they can't deny me my membership.
Thinking back to her resume, I had a feeling that she would be a lovely lady. Judging from her photo, I could see an intelligence in her face, coupled with a defiant and passionate set to her eyes. It was only a head shot, so I had no idea if her body matched that attractive visage.
That morning when Miss Ginger sashayed into class, I had to shift in my chair to hide my excitement. Her swaying hips, that flirty red skirt swinging back and forth as she clicked across the classroom.
My ice-blue eyes had taken in every part of her, and I had sucked in my breath as I began to understand just how much fun this was going to be.
Miss Ginger's soft dark curly hair held my attention most of all. It cascaded down to the middle of her back, and little ringlets formed at the front of her neck. "She is adorable," I had thought, "look at that cute smile and the natural rose tint to her cheeks."
My eyes had wandered to her full breasts, while I leaned back and smiled. Danish women didn't have tits like that. Miss Ginger was of Mediterranean descent, all curves. Her olive skin was tanned, another exotic feature I didn't get to see around here.
"I will have to see that they get the proper attention." I picture Miss Ginger on her back, her big soft tits bound up with rope. "I will make her suck on her own nipples for me." Clamps will be necessary to tame that wild spirit of hers.
The eyes, Miss Ginger's eyes had appeared to be brown at first. But when she stormed back to my seat, (as I knew she would, that's why I had pushed my book on the floor) I had gotten a close look.
"Oh my god, dazzling eyes. Brown, green and gold. How exquisite. Her skin, soft and smooth, with one tiny wrinkle at the side of her plump lips, indicating a woman who smiled impishly, and often."
"I like her, mmm I like her very much." These thoughts had occupied me throughout the class. I had liked the way she jumped when I had reached out and grabbed her tiny wrist.
I am reluctant to admit that Miss Ginger's voice has an effect on me. She must not be aware that she sounds like a sex kitten. It is difficult to focus on what she is saying. Low and throaty, her voice lilts in a way that disguises her origin. Every word she utters is dripping with sex. I look around the class, I am not the only one she affects.
Mikkel might pose a problem. Miss Ginger is attracted to him. I frown and glare at his profile. He knows she belongs to me, yet he continues to lust for her. I can't say I blame him.
Mikkel is playing with fire, he should know better than to defy me. She needs a real man, not a boy who will fumble around touching her plush body. Miss Ginger is built for fucking, and I will make sure to explore every inch of her.
She has lips made for sucking my cock, I can't wait to have her engulf me and choke as I use her pretty little mouth for my pleasure. I want to hear her moan in that sexy voice while I abuse her.
I finger the fine silver chain I had undone from her neck while I used her in the park. "Miss Ginger didn't even notice. I believe she was preoccupied with my fingers in her juicy cunt."
The ruby drop matches the one on her ankle bracelet, and the thought that this drop had been smothered in Miss Ginger's magnificent cleavage makes my cock harden.
"I am sure she will want this back, but she will have to work for it." With these pleasant thoughts in my head, I fire up my laptop and set out to invite my friends to the party I'm throwing Saturday night.
This was going to be good.
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