Verse/Luka/Sex with Thoring: Dominate, Path A
From Create Your Own Story
"I'm a very open person," you say.
He chuckles lightly and sets a hand on your head, brushing through your hair. The gesture somehow heightens you further, and you nudge his shorts with your nose, smiling and taking in his smell as you do.
A moment later, you've unbuttoned, unzipped, and slipped his shorts down enough for his bulge to pop upward and slap you on the face through his boxers. You giggle as his penis twitches against your cheek and proceed to tap the head with your tongue. "Now you're being conservative," he says, impatience in his voice. You're not blind enough to not notice, and the realization that he only wants your body dawns on you.
"Well," you say after a moment, "I can't give you everything on the very first day, can I?"
He realizes his mistake, as he merely smiles and replies, "I guess not. Not unless I met the price, I assume?"
"Exactly!" you exclaim.
"It being?" he asks.
You think for a moment before saying, "Twenty Avi for head, seventy-five for the full thing."
"Reasonable," he replies. "Deal." He stretches out his hand, "Seventy-five for a full service, my little slut." He smirks as you shake his hand, and continues with, "However, as we've dropped the act, I'm afraid I'll have to get my money's worth." He pulls out his member, and taps your lips with it.
You nod passively and give it a good lick. It has a bizarre taste: salty, sweaty, human. You give it another go, this time taking slower, and more passionately. Despite your earlier words, you're still quite eagerly looking forward towards your first time--with another guy, no less. You kiss it, carefully brushing the head, and pulling back the foreskin of the eight-inch beast. Yours is far smaller--and shorter--being in the transition state to manhood.
As you go about enjoying it, he suddenly takes you by surprise by forcing his toy into your mouth, and twitching once inside. You gag slightly, but still, he persists and starts to move it in and out in rhythm. The feeling is unbearable at first, the thick foreign object ripping into your mouth. Yet, you quickly get used to it, allowing him to set the pace and do the work. Noticing your placidness, he starts to go deeper, making you chock and gag for want of air. By the time his smile has broken into a grin, he's six inches within you, and well into your throat.
At last, that adventure ends, with him pulling out and slapping you with his cock, leaving some of your spit on your cheek. You yourself are coughing and breathing heavily.
"Come on," he says, "Little Luka. Don't tell me that was too difficult for you." He pulls you up and plants a fast kiss on your lips, before turning you around and bending you over his desk. I was eager to have you on my lap, jumping on my dick, but now I'm far too upset for that."
You feel a little fear--but also extreme excitement--as he unbuckles your belt and jeans and pulls them down with a single thrust, revealing your pale and hairless lower body to him. "My, my," he says, grinning "you've even still a child's body."
You blush slightly, but you've reached the point where your body does the talking. You feel a certain part of you twitch in anticipation, and then his cold grip grasp your bum. You've started to moan and groan softly, wanting his touch more and more.
He lets you yearn for a few moments, until you start to sway your body towards him in request. He giggles slightly, stroking closer and closer to your spot, making it twitch more and more with excitement.
The feeling of penetration makes you freeze and tense up. Though he quickly works to ease you down, by massaging both where his finger entered you and your own erect stick. Again, he purrs, satisfied that he'll be your first claimer. As your body softens, his finger gets more and more active, until he places a second one--causing an instant jump in tension--and continues to rub his fingers around you.
That continues until four fingers are in, roughly the size of his toy. He stands, at last, massaging your body as he goes, and positions himself behind you. He places his smaller head at your hole, and the softness of it makes your body swell. "Ready?" he asks in a whisper.
You nod your head, your feelings too scattered and mixed for words to make any sense.
He returns the gesture, and you feel pressure at your entrance slowly starting to build, until, at last, you feel him start to enter. It hurts, excruciatingly, but you many to limit your reply to a sharp yelp. He quickly covers your mouth, placing his shirt within in, and continues his journey in. His body's warm and sturdy within you, causing you to twitch and squeeze around in. That merely makes your teacher grin and groan softly with pleasure.
At last, amid the pain, you feel his body touch yours and you realize he's fully within you. The thought makes you squeeze again, and he starts to massage your back and whispers, "Relax. If you're too tense, it'll hurt more than it needs to."
You try, you really do, but your body tries to reject the foreign object. Despite this, he slowly starts to pull out--making you bite down hard on his shirt in pain. A tear appears in your eye, and you're shocked that, despite this, you're body and member are throbbing with excitement.
He rushes back in, pushing all the way to the end of your body and making you moan loudly--only the shirt keeps it from being too audible. You feel him giggle at your response, as his body starts to withdraw again.
And then charge back in, making you release another yelp--a result of a frightening mix of pleasure and pain; pleasurable pain, you guess. Slowly, as he starts to move faster, the pain transforms into pleasure, and your body joins his rhythm, elevating you to greater heights.
Before you know, the two of you are covered in sweat, his body buried deep inside you, throbbing, twisting, ripping, faster and faster--your body doing it's best to match his speed to heighten its own state. It continues for quite a while, before he finally starts to slow--and you assume he's reaching his peak. You feel your own member twitching and throbbing as well, as it jumps around.
Mr. Thoring pushes in deep, ramming his body against yours, penetrating to the depths of your body, sending unimaginable pleasure up your spin and throughout your body, and you feel him throb and pulsate within you. The coolness of the liquid that seeps and jumps and impacts inside you sends you beyond as well, and you release several times onto his desk.
The two of you remain like that for several moments, trying to catch your breath following your recent activity. At last however, he eases his way out--each inch withdrawn leaving your body feeling absent--and sits back into his chair. You simply lay there, resting. You feel him massage your lower body again, even your legs, and then hear jingling as he digs in his shorts' pockets. He stuffs a few bills into your jean pocket, and looks at the time.
"You've twenty minutes to fix yourself," he says, "before my fourth period starts." You hear him fix his shorts, then watch him examine his shirt. The thing is covered in your droll--and tears--and is significantly past unwearable. He simply stores it away in his bag, and slips into a sweatshirt he pulls from it.
Ten minutes before the bell, you wipe your legs clean, and pull your jeans back up. Your body hurts, and feels broken, though you know you'll have to go through the entire day like this. As he cleans his desk, you hear him say, "Perhaps we can do this again sometime."
You merely smirk and answer, "Maybe. Provided you can pay."
"Of course," he replies, and prepares for his next class.
As you sit in your desk, waiting for the bell to ring, you count the money. You've made enough for quite a bit of your favorite treat. When the bell rings, you stand, and immediately feel your legs twitch and hurt beneath you. You grunt, which makes Mr. Thoring look back at you from his desk.
"Perhaps I can give you a note home?" he asks.
You think, and, a moment later, answer...
