#ship: cyrilxwillow

[ofinfinitedreams]

As Willow sat in the back of the class, after being handed back her paper, a soft sigh fell from her lips. This was one of three classes she was already failing in and she was only half way through the semester. Okay, so some times her friends and parties were the excuse. But honestly, she tried her hardest to study it wasn't her fault she could be so easily persuaded, so was young after all. History, of all the topics. Who really cares for the past anyways? Shouldn't she be looking into her future. The only plus side to History was that her teacher was quite good looking for someone whom had an interest in boring stuff. Perhaps there could be a way for her F, to become at least a B- or a C+. Her eyes lit up instantly at the thought. Her eyes shifted around her classmates, back to the front not really listening to his lecture, until she heard her name being called. "Sorry, sir. Can you repeat the question please?" she aked timidly. "I-I'm not sure I understand," her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. He repeated the question and she tried to answer, but noticing the look upon his features knew it wasn't correct. The bell rang, and she was met with relief. Willow waited til she was the only one left and slowly sauntered closer towards the front of the class. "Sir, if it's alright with you. Is there any chance I could have one-on-one lessons? I might learn better that way," she suggested innocently with a soft smile gracing her features.

@musingcyril

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Cyril and Willow ~ Playlist and Lyrics

"So I can be teacher's pet long after school is through"

@isles-of-man

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Willow was completely and utterly beside herself with sheer unadulterated pleasure, coursing through her veins as he pounded into her tight little cunt. The young woman kept on pushing her backside further into him, so he was to delve deeper inside her warmth, whilst her walls clenched around him keeping him there. She had never experienced such euphoric moments whilst alone in this evening with him. He had certainly used her body for his pleasure just as much as she wanted to please him. She had been filled by him in all of her orifices. The dark-haired woman even enjoyed being filled in her private entrance. One she will not forget. Soft whimpers and mewls of delight expelled from her lips. She nodded her head quickly. "Oh God, yes. Please. I'd want that very much," she cooed.

As he thrust relentlessly into her, the waves of her impending orgasm washed over her. Her body quaking in ecstasy as she screamed in pleasure. Her walls milking him for all he's worth. His words of praise caught her ears. "Yes, yes," she begged and pleaded as she breathed deeply as she slowly came down from her high. Her breathing labored. Willow felt him expand and release his potent seed inside her. "Sir," falling from her lips as he filled her so. She was fully satiated and he had exhausted her beyond belief. True to his words as she collapsed on her bed, with him buried deep inside her.

“Gods, you’re just the perfect plaything for me” he moaned, thrusting his hips back into her cunt. She was a small girl but she could take him well, squeezing around his cock and taking it like the good girl she was. It hardly seemed to be such a complaint yet of his treatment of her. Whether he was rough, slapping her arse and leaving her red marked on her cheek with a palm or fucking her cunt with abandon until he left her quivering and her snatch wet with both their fluids. She was a sight to behold as well, whimpering prettily with the sound of ecstacy. “God, I think I might like to have you all the time. Can you handle that? At my beck and call. When I want it?” he asked, leaning over her as he held his hand down to hold her in place as he fucked her roughly.

Those wailing sounds were a delight to his ears, making him laugh and deepen his thrust deeper and hit the very spot inside to make her legs quake under him and lose her control, He continued to lay his palm on her backside as he spoke to her, moving from one cheek to the other until they were both red and felt her clench her cunt around him as he growled a moan. “Fuck, such a good girl. Can’t wait for me to fill you up” he smiled with mischief, hearing her say his name for the first time. He would play with the names she called him, liked her best when she called him her but he loved to hear her say his name. To name the man who she belonged to now. He thrust his hips back into her as he pounded her with his strokes driving deep he felt her come around his cock and felt her shake under him. He waited until she came down from hers before he began to pump her full of his seed. His hands released hers as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. “Good girl” he praised, as he let pulse after pulse of his seed filled her cunt.

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“Gods, you’re just the perfect plaything for me” he moaned, thrusting his hips back into her cunt. She was a small girl but she could take him well, squeezing around his cock and taking it like the good girl she was. It hardly seemed to be such a complaint yet of his treatment of her. Whether he was rough, slapping her arse and leaving her red marked on her cheek with a palm or fucking her cunt with abandon until he left her quivering and her snatch wet with both their fluids. She was a sight to behold as well, whimpering prettily with the sound of ecstacy. “God, I think I might like to have you all the time. Can you handle that? At my beck and call. When I want it?” he asked, leaning over her as he held his hand down to hold her in place as he fucked her roughly.

Those wailing sounds were a delight to his ears, making him laugh and deepen his thrust deeper and hit the very spot inside to make her legs quake under him and lose her control, He continued to lay his palm on her backside as he spoke to her, moving from one cheek to the other until they were both red and felt her clench her cunt around him as he growled a moan. “Fuck, such a good girl. Can’t wait for me to fill you up” he smiled with mischief, hearing her say his name for the first time. He would play with the names she called him, liked her best when she called him her but he loved to hear her say his name. To name the man who she belonged to now. He thrust his hips back into her as he pounded her with his strokes driving deep he felt her come around his cock and felt her shake under him. He waited until she came down from hers before he began to pump her full of his seed. His hands released hers as he leaned down to kiss her shoulder. “Good girl” he praised, as he let pulse after pulse of his seed filled her cunt.

Willow's heart was pounding in her chest with such exhilaration coursing through her body, whilst her walls spasmed and his girth. God, he was such a perfect fit inside her. The young woman was thrilled beyond belief to be able to continue with their clandestine relationship. The darked haired girl, would openly and honestly do anything he'd ask of her. More than capable of trying and learning new heights of sexual bliss. He couldn't be more favorable person to share such lust filled acts with. Their moans and whimpers of sheer ecstasy permeated the room.

A soft mewl emitted from her throat, as he reached for her hands forcing her to lean over more onto the bed. With her head turned to the side and backside up in air as he continued his thrusts deep inside her wet snatch. "Oh God, Sir," she wailed in delight as being ravished in such a lewd way. A low hum of satisfaction fell from her lips at his praise. That's all she lives to hear now. How well she can please him. A puff of air escaped as he slapped her rear cheeks. She could feel the pressure building inside as her walls clenched around him, inviting him deeper. "Good Lord," she mumbled at his words. "Fuck Cy," she let his name fall from her lips. It sounded a little weird, she mused. "Fuck Sir you feel so good. Cum together," she pleaded with harsh breaths as her release quickly crashed over. Her body quaking with filled with utmost pleasure took over her.

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Willow's heart was pounding in her chest with such exhilaration coursing through her body, whilst her walls spasmed and his girth. God, he was such a perfect fit inside her. The young woman was thrilled beyond belief to be able to continue with their clandestine relationship. The darked haired girl, would openly and honestly do anything he'd ask of her. More than capable of trying and learning new heights of sexual bliss. He couldn't be more favorable person to share such lust filled acts with. Their moans and whimpers of sheer ecstasy permeated the room.

A soft mewl emitted from her throat, as he reached for her hands forcing her to lean over more onto the bed. With her head turned to the side and backside up in air as he continued his thrusts deep inside her wet snatch. "Oh God, Sir," she wailed in delight as being ravished in such a lewd way. A low hum of satisfaction fell from her lips at his praise. That's all she lives to hear now. How well she can please him. A puff of air escaped as he slapped her rear cheeks. She could feel the pressure building inside as her walls clenched around him, inviting him deeper. "Good Lord," she mumbled at his words. "Fuck Cy," she let his name fall from her lips. It sounded a little weird, she mused. "Fuck Sir you feel so good. Cum together," she pleaded with harsh breaths as her release quickly crashed over. Her body quaking with filled with utmost pleasure took over her.

Harsh panted breathes filled the room; both of their chests heaving at the efforts they took as they shared equal fervour in drawing out the other for as much pleasure as they could give. He had fucked many woman in his time but never had he felt so inclined to take one like her as his submissive. Though she seemed so innocent still she was nothing but a young woman openly sexual and explorative. Perhaps she was the right sort of woman. He had judged her by her looks, big doe eyes and short stature that would be meek but she was the opposite. Those doe eyes gave to an expressive look, wide and beautiful in their dark hues that drew him in. And, her mouth opened in a cry of her pleasure and innocence was not what came of her words but a plea that voiced that she was all but his.

He took her hands, forcing her to drop her chest onto the bed, and held her hands from behind with a grip of his hand holding them together. Cy looked at her, debauched and moving with the motion of his hips pushing back into her. His cock buried deep in her cunt, legs wide open for him and taking him so well. “Such a good fucking girl” he praised with a sharp slap on her arse. “Just what I like to hear. Now, hold still. Go on and cum for me. Don’t you think you’ve earned it?” He asked, taunting her with a few hard thrusts to push his cock deep and touch her very core to bring her such depths of pleasure. “Call my name. Say what comes from your heart” he asked, quickening his motions as he fucked her with abandon.

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Willow had an overwhelming sense of immense delight and pleasure building inside her, she pleased her ‘sir’ or ‘master’ with her talented mouth. Who knew that this was how the evening would end after she tried to seduce her teacher for a better grade? Of course, the young woman had hoped it wouldn’t be just a one and done occurrence. She immediately knew she wouldn’t be able to get enough of him, now that she’d had the taste of him. She would do anything he’d ask of her, and she couldn’t more thrilled by the prospect of being completely submissive for him. Her mouth worked diligently as he thrust his hefty cock deep inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she took him all in each thrust. Teasing him, with the soft swipes of her tongue along his length as she bobbed her head up and down. As his praise resonated her ears, her whole body thrummed with pride. His special phrase meant only for her brought an insane amount of joy coursing through her veins. His incredibly sexy, Irish accent flooded her ears. When he pulled away, and started to stroke his still hardened cock as her darkened orbs zoned in at the wonderful sight. She gave him her best soft puppy impression as she waited for him upon her request. She was very hopeful.

With her big doe-eyed expression studying his features, whilst her lips formed into a smirk upon hearing his answer. Willow couldn’t be more pleased, as a soft hum fell from her lips. Her body was beside herself with joy as he helped her back up and onto the bed. With him behind her as he took her hips, she pushed back against him as he thrust his cock inside her wet heat. His low moan mingled with her mewl of delight as he stretched her walls deliciously so. It felt like he was home, she definitely wouldn’t mind if he could stay this way permanently attached. With a steady rhythm as she wantonly pressed back against him, pushing him deeper inside her core. His Irish phrase for her filled her ears with immense glee. “Yes, yes,” she cried out in pleasure. Yours, my body, my pussy, my heart is yours Sir,” she purred as whimpers of delight emitted her throat.

She was so diligent in pleasing him that it made him proud of her. As a woman, he now took to be his submissive. It was almost a natural feeling to have her there at his beck and call; to do what he asked of her as she followed. Even as he pleasured her cunt with his fingers, slipping along her wet folds and continuously thrust his hips to guide his massive cock down her tight throat to take him deep without noise or choking gag as it hit the back of her throat. Her tongue gave him long teasing licks just so as she continued to bob her head along with his motions. “Fuck, my treasure - sweet girl. Brilliant girl” he moaned, praising Willow as he babbled names and sweet words to her. His accent slipped more as he continued to feel himself blurred in the pleasure of taking his cock before he slipped out and heard her whimper. He took a look at her as he wrapped his hand around his cock as it was still hard. Cyril allowed her a reprieve to ask what she needed. A reward for her that he chose to give her before his own pleasure. Willow had treated him so well that he thought to pay her kindly. He saw her thinking, making choices in her mind to either give him what she was to give him as her dominant partner or take a route to take what she wanted without guilt. Cyril would not blame her. He had kept her on edge long enough that he chose to honour her wish. He chuckled as those eyes almost sweetly begged him.

He leaned down to her head, kissed her lips, and smiled. “If that’s what you wish. You have been very good to me,” he responded finally, pulling back to help her from her current position and laying her back on the bed against the pillows. Cyril followed her, taking her hips to bend over his arms at his elbows and pulling her down as he angled his cock at her sopping cunt and pushed himself inside her with a moan. He pulled out; this time snapping his hips forward quick and hard as he build a steady rhythm that build faster and harder until he was pounding his cock into her tight cunt. “Fuck, my sweet a stór. You’re mine, aren’t you? This pussy is mine. Say it!” he asked, willing her to call out his name to voice that he was his alone.

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Harsh panted breathes filled the room; both of their chests heaving at the efforts they took as they shared equal fervour in drawing out the other for as much pleasure as they could give. He had fucked many woman in his time but never had he felt so inclined to take one like her as his submissive. Though she seemed so innocent still she was nothing but a young woman openly sexual and explorative. Perhaps she was the right sort of woman. He had judged her by her looks, big doe eyes and short stature that would be meek but she was the opposite. Those doe eyes gave to an expressive look, wide and beautiful in their dark hues that drew him in. And, her mouth opened in a cry of her pleasure and innocence was not what came of her words but a plea that voiced that she was all but his.

He took her hands, forcing her to drop her chest onto the bed, and held her hands from behind with a grip of his hand holding them together. Cy looked at her, debauched and moving with the motion of his hips pushing back into her. His cock buried deep in her cunt, legs wide open for him and taking him so well. “Such a good fucking girl” he praised with a sharp slap on her arse. “Just what I like to hear. Now, hold still. Go on and cum for me. Don’t you think you’ve earned it?” He asked, taunting her with a few hard thrusts to push his cock deep and touch her very core to bring her such depths of pleasure. “Call my name. Say what comes from your heart” he asked, quickening his motions as he fucked her with abandon.

Willow had an overwhelming sense of immense delight and pleasure building inside her, she pleased her ‘sir’ or ‘master’ with her talented mouth. Who knew that this was how the evening would end after she tried to seduce her teacher for a better grade? Of course, the young woman had hoped it wouldn’t be just a one and done occurrence. She immediately knew she wouldn’t be able to get enough of him, now that she’d had the taste of him. She would do anything he’d ask of her, and she couldn’t more thrilled by the prospect of being completely submissive for him. Her mouth worked diligently as he thrust his hefty cock deep inside her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she took him all in each thrust. Teasing him, with the soft swipes of her tongue along his length as she bobbed her head up and down. As his praise resonated her ears, her whole body thrummed with pride. His special phrase meant only for her brought an insane amount of joy coursing through her veins. His incredibly sexy, Irish accent flooded her ears. When he pulled away, and started to stroke his still hardened cock as her darkened orbs zoned in at the wonderful sight. She gave him her best soft puppy impression as she waited for him upon her request. She was very hopeful.

With her big doe-eyed expression studying his features, whilst her lips formed into a smirk upon hearing his answer. Willow couldn’t be more pleased, as a soft hum fell from her lips. Her body was beside herself with joy as he helped her back up and onto the bed. With him behind her as he took her hips, she pushed back against him as he thrust his cock inside her wet heat. His low moan mingled with her mewl of delight as he stretched her walls deliciously so. It felt like he was home, she definitely wouldn’t mind if he could stay this way permanently attached. With a steady rhythm as she wantonly pressed back against him, pushing him deeper inside her core. His Irish phrase for her filled her ears with immense glee. “Yes, yes,” she cried out in pleasure. Yours, my body, my pussy, my heart is yours Sir,” she purred as whimpers of delight emitted her throat.

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He heard her sweet relief in the way she took his finger, digits moving through her drenched folds with slick sounds of them moving in and out of her tight heat. Cyril eased her aching nerves with the touch of his fingers playing with her clit.

She had quickly taken to his lessons, cock moving past her lips as he was enveloped by her once again. He felt her hands, fondling and plating with his aching sacs that felt full and ready once more to fill her mouth and come deep into her throat as she could take him. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, pace matching hers and taking control as he moaned and moved his hips forward and back; deeper and deeper. “My treasure - a stór” he moaned, sweetly on his lips as he was filled with pride at her taking him without gagging on his cock. Though he missed the noises, turned on by the whimpered moans of pleasure and gags it made him proud of how well his new submissive listened to his instructions. “So good, you make me so happy. Proud of my treasure” he sighed, moaning as he felt the urge to move faster.

Cyrill pulled back, cock leaving her mouth again and saw the string of saliva that connected to her lips. He caught it, turning his hand to stroking his cock with the hand he had been using to fuck her cunt with. He chuckled, enjoying the fact that he was taking her to the edge but not giving her what she needed. “Tell me, my sweet a stór - may I fuck your mouth or will you be selfish and seek my permission to come before your master can? his hand continuing to stroke, allowing his precum to drip on her face, lewdly slapping his hard cock against her cheek, around her face and smacking her chin.

“Don’t be shy, a stór - I want to hear you beg for it”

Willow was in her element as the young woman’s body was aching and throbbing, with wetness pooled between her legs as she laid on the bed, in the position that was much better in helping her please him.

Whilst she waited in anticipation for what he’d like to call her. His praise is what fuelled her desire to be…do better. Hearing his name for her, a soft whimper threatened to escape from her throat. She found that incredibly sweet and endearing, she loved to know how that’s how viewed her as. Her heart soared with immense delight. Her eyelids fluttered at the feelings he evoked within. At his words, as his deft fingers traveled over her skin, until they reached her dripping, wet snatch as she writhed with need. His words were music to her ears, it’s what’s exactly what she needed, what she craved and had been desperately aching for. Low mewls emitted from her lips as he thrust two digits inside her slick heat.

With his cock thrusting against her lips, her body shuddered as her warmth fully enveloped his hardening member, her delicate hands played with his sac, giving them much needed attention as with open mouth she took him in hitting the back of her throat each time, without gagging and a sense of pride washed over as she sucked diligently like the good girl or a stór as she’s now called.

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She was so diligent in pleasing him that it made him proud of her. As a woman, he now took to be his submissive. It was almost a natural feeling to have her there at his beck and call; to do what he asked of her as she followed. Even as he pleasured her cunt with his fingers, slipping along her wet folds and continuously thrust his hips to guide his massive cock down her tight throat to take him deep without noise or choking gag as it hit the back of her throat. Her tongue gave him long teasing licks just so as she continued to bob her head along with his motions. “Fuck, my treasure - sweet girl. Brilliant girl” he moaned, praising Willow as he babbled names and sweet words to her. His accent slipped more as he continued to feel himself blurred in the pleasure of taking his cock before he slipped out and heard her whimper. He took a look at her as he wrapped his hand around his cock as it was still hard. Cyril allowed her a reprieve to ask what she needed. A reward for her that he chose to give her before his own pleasure. Willow had treated him so well that he thought to pay her kindly. He saw her thinking, making choices in her mind to either give him what she was to give him as her dominant partner or take a route to take what she wanted without guilt. Cyril would not blame her. He had kept her on edge long enough that he chose to honour her wish. He chuckled as those eyes almost sweetly begged him.

He leaned down to her head, kissed her lips, and smiled. “If that’s what you wish. You have been very good to me,” he responded finally, pulling back to help her from her current position and laying her back on the bed against the pillows. Cyril followed her, taking her hips to bend over his arms at his elbows and pulling her down as he angled his cock at her sopping cunt and pushed himself inside her with a moan. He pulled out; this time snapping his hips forward quick and hard as he build a steady rhythm that build faster and harder until he was pounding his cock into her tight cunt. “Fuck, my sweet a stór. You’re mine, aren’t you? This pussy is mine. Say it!” he asked, willing her to call out his name to voice that he was his alone.

Willow was beside herself with utmost pleasure at the feel of his skillful fingers inside her wet heat. The young woman had been waiting for some release whilst she tried to please him, and she was thankful to receive this reward. Soft mewls threatened to escape her as her mouth worked dilligently over his hardened cock. She took it in stride as with each time he hit the back of her throat, she adjusted her mouth accordingly to take him in with ease. Her tongue alternated between long, and quick teasing licks as she bobbed her head back and forth. The roll of her own hips against his hand as he teased her sensitive bud, her thighs clamping tight around him. Hearing him call her his 'treasure' was such a perfect and it filled her with pride every time. It was her new thing she loved to hear along with his sexy accent. Her eyelids fluttered as his hips fucked her mouth harder and faster which she could take.

A low whimper fell from her lips as he pulled back, leaving the saliva trail from her lips to him. At the sight of him stroking himself only increased the throbbing between her legs. She'd learned to know that he loved to tease. Her lips parted, Oh God, what a question, a part of her knew that of course her master's needs should come before hers. But she was incredibly wanton and selfish where he was concerned that she ached for more. A soft hum of appreciation emitted from her lips.

Upon his request, she'd be no longer ashamed and admit it freely. "Please. I-I want…I wish for you to fuck me, sir," she pleaded with puppy dog eyes. Her desire to be filled by him overwhelmed her completely and she was starting to lose focus.

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He could sing his praises, and yet he felt that he didn’t have enough words for her. A quick learner, eager to please and kept to her focus; as long as it was something of interest he noted. His eager student was someone he thought to keep around for some-time now in just the last hour he had spent with her. She seemed intent on impessing him without any thought or hesitation on whether she was prepared or not; she simply acted. She was the perfect woman to have as a submissive. Who thought he would find that in his own classroom? he thought. He was never activitly searching but nonetheless he was happy to come across such a find in her.

“Good answer, Ms Thompson” he continued to call her; far too amused with the taboo nature of taking his student to bed and using her in the manner he was. “When you speak - any only when I allow you to speak you will only call me sir” he ordered, biting his lip when she lewdly spat on his cock and began to stroke him with her wet hand and groaned loudly. “good girl” he praised, filthy as he was to take to his orders and spat again before she finally took him in her mouth, widening to fit the width of him in her mouth and placing a hand on her head. He sighed with her hums, petting her as he ran his fingers through her hair. “Keep it wide for me and don’t suck or move - let me use you,” he said, raising his hips up and down as he started a slow rhythm and began to fuck her mouth with steady pumps and hit the back of her throat.

“Look at me, darling,” he asked, his light lilted accent almost sweet as he met her eyes. Cyril continued to move his hips just to watch her eyes water, throat gag and choke as he learned to take him.

Willow was beside herself with joy. Who knew that her teacher could incite this reaction out of her? For her to become so needy and hungry for him that she would literally do anything he’d ask of her, no questions asked. The insane desire she had for him, growing with each passing moment. Her new mission in life is to now please him, now she has had a taste of him the young woman doesn’t want to let him go now she knows what it’s like to be with him. He’s ruined her for anyone else. A low whimper expelled as her eyes fluttered as he patted her hair.

She purred happily at his praise. She had a weakness for him calling her by her name. It sounded so wicked coming from his lips. She shook her head, "No you haven't been too rough yet, sir. I don't think. Yes, yes I do. I want to be your submissive, sir," she answered excitedly. Her eyes shut tight. Willow nodded at his instructions and followed them down to the tee. His accent made her heart flutter. With her hands slowly pumping him still, her darkened orbs locked with his until she delicately spat and lubricated his cock with her saliva. God, it was pure filth to do such a thing as it only heightened her arousal, and feeling the wetness pool between her legs. A few spits more and a couple of pumps, she leaned in forwards with her mouth widening as much as she could, she slowly took him in inch by inch, until he entirely hit the back of her throat, holding in place as she waited for further instruction hoping to please him, with soft hums of reverberations.

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Willow was beside herself with utmost pleasure at the feel of his skillful fingers inside her wet heat. The young woman had been waiting for some release whilst she tried to please him, and she was thankful to receive this reward. Soft mewls threatened to escape her as her mouth worked dilligently over his hardened cock. She took it in stride as with each time he hit the back of her throat, she adjusted her mouth accordingly to take him in with ease. Her tongue alternated between long, and quick teasing licks as she bobbed her head back and forth. The roll of her own hips against his hand as he teased her sensitive bud, her thighs clamping tight around him. Hearing him call her his 'treasure' was such a perfect and it filled her with pride every time. It was her new thing she loved to hear along with his sexy accent. Her eyelids fluttered as his hips fucked her mouth harder and faster which she could take.

A low whimper fell from her lips as he pulled back, leaving the saliva trail from her lips to him. At the sight of him stroking himself only increased the throbbing between her legs. She'd learned to know that he loved to tease. Her lips parted, Oh God, what a question, a part of her knew that of course her master's needs should come before hers. But she was incredibly wanton and selfish where he was concerned that she ached for more. A soft hum of appreciation emitted from her lips.

Upon his request, she'd be no longer ashamed and admit it freely. "Please. I-I want…I wish for you to fuck me, sir," she pleaded with puppy dog eyes. Her desire to be filled by him overwhelmed her completely and she was starting to lose focus.

He heard her sweet relief in the way she took his finger, digits moving through her drenched folds with slick sounds of them moving in and out of her tight heat. Cyril eased her aching nerves with the touch of his fingers playing with her clit.

She had quickly taken to his lessons, cock moving past her lips as he was enveloped by her once again. He felt her hands, fondling and plating with his aching sacs that felt full and ready once more to fill her mouth and come deep into her throat as she could take him. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, pace matching hers and taking control as he moaned and moved his hips forward and back; deeper and deeper. “My treasure - a stór” he moaned, sweetly on his lips as he was filled with pride at her taking him without gagging on his cock. Though he missed the noises, turned on by the whimpered moans of pleasure and gags it made him proud of how well his new submissive listened to his instructions. “So good, you make me so happy. Proud of my treasure” he sighed, moaning as he felt the urge to move faster.

Cyrill pulled back, cock leaving her mouth again and saw the string of saliva that connected to her lips. He caught it, turning his hand to stroking his cock with the hand he had been using to fuck her cunt with. He chuckled, enjoying the fact that he was taking her to the edge but not giving her what she needed. “Tell me, my sweet a stór - may I fuck your mouth or will you be selfish and seek my permission to come before your master can? his hand continuing to stroke, allowing his precum to drip on her face, lewdly slapping his hard cock against her cheek, around her face and smacking her chin.

“Don’t be shy, a stór - I want to hear you beg for it”

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Willow was only slightly nervous as they made their way to his car, partly because she couldn’t actually believe this was happening. It was quite the ‘pinch me moment’. She must’ve hell of powers of persuasion or perhaps it was just the confidence she exudes after successfully seducing her teacher in a devious manner. Walking at a cautious distance as to not arouse suspicion in case any faculty or students were around. The dark haired young woman quickly stepped inside his car, taking a deep breath as they were finally free to do what they wanted. She was all for behaving whilst he drove, but it seemed like Mr Grant had other ideas, which pleased her immensely as a low mewl emitted from her throat at the electric touch of his hand upon knee.

Her eyes fluttered at his demand, a sudden rush of warmth flooded her body. Willow enthusiastically did as she was told and wantonly spread her legs. Her mouth parted as she felt his slick digits pressing against her core. “Oh, sir,” she breathed heavily. Her teeth sunk into her lower lip. “Fuck me, sir,” she cooed as his digits slipped inside her wet folds, she could feel clench around his intrusion. It felt amazing.

He belived her words. There was little convincing for her to do as he could see clear as day that the girl had much more hidden underneath that soft visage. The demaonor she gave after coming out of that shell was a woman confidence in her sexuallity and experimentation that she ached for more. Cyril was eager to have a student to teach; a man of eduation to the end.

Cyril kept a good distance from her as they walked as he was careful not to run across faculty or lingering students. They arrived at his car, and quickly unlocked it to have her sitting in his passenger and walking around to sit in the driver's seat. He started his car, looking back before he pulled away from the car park and began to leave the campus. He asked her quickly to put her address in his car’s GPS; wanting to get her to her flat where he could finally have her fully naked and ravished. His hand moved to her skirt, putting a hand on her knee and smiled; eyes on the road still as he spoke.

“Open your legs for me, Willow” he demanded, licking his two fingers before he moved them between her legs and sought out her centre. Cyril teased his student; sliding his fingers along her folds until he entered her with his fingers and began to fuck her gently with them.

[ofinfinitedreams]

Willow was in her element as the young woman’s body was aching and throbbing, with wetness pooled between her legs as she laid on the bed, in the position that was much better in helping her please him.

Whilst she waited in anticipation for what he’d like to call her. His praise is what fuelled her desire to be…do better. Hearing his name for her, a soft whimper threatened to escape from her throat. She found that incredibly sweet and endearing, she loved to know how that’s how viewed her as. Her heart soared with immense delight. Her eyelids fluttered at the feelings he evoked within. At his words, as his deft fingers traveled over her skin, until they reached her dripping, wet snatch as she writhed with need. His words were music to her ears, it’s what’s exactly what she needed, what she craved and had been desperately aching for. Low mewls emitted from her lips as he thrust two digits inside her slick heat.

With his cock thrusting against her lips, her body shuddered as her warmth fully enveloped his hardening member, her delicate hands played with his sac, giving them much needed attention as with open mouth she took him in hitting the back of her throat each time, without gagging and a sense of pride washed over as she sucked diligently like the good girl or a stór as she’s now called.

Cyril stared at her, prasing his student and his submissive beauty laying there for him and obediant to his direction. With gazing eyes he looked at her, writhing still while she was teased relentless by him. A glance between her legs he could see her soaked, glistening and kept without any relief.

“Since you’ve been a lovely girl for me tonight I think you deserve something sweet for you. “A stór” it’s means my treasure in Irish Gaelic for a little Irish history lesson for you in the old language,” he told her, finding it fitting for her as she was a treasure to him. A valuable gift to him. A gift that she shared in giving her body to him. She was already something quite special to him. He brought his hand down from her nipple, stroking along her taunt stomach and navel as he moved his fingers to her cunt to finally give her mercy. “I think you deserve some relief as well” Cyril smirked, slipping his fingers along her soaked folds and playing with her clit before thrusting two fingers in her as fucked her gently with his digits.

He nudged his hips, cock brushing her lips and smirked. “let’s see what you’ve learned from your lessons” he urged her on, wanting her to use her hands and mouth as she took his cock back in his mouth and allowed him to fuck her throat with measured thrusts to push her to her limits.“a stór. my treasure. go on” he sweet crooned.

[isles-of-man]

Cyril stared at her, prasing his student and his submissive beauty laying there for him and obediant to his direction. With gazing eyes he looked at her, writhing still while she was teased relentless by him. A glance between her legs he could see her soaked, glistening and kept without any relief.

“Since you’ve been a lovely girl for me tonight I think you deserve something sweet for you. “A stór” it’s means my treasure in Irish Gaelic for a little Irish history lesson for you in the old language,” he told her, finding it fitting for her as she was a treasure to him. A valuable gift to him. A gift that she shared in giving her body to him. She was already something quite special to him. He brought his hand down from her nipple, stroking along her taunt stomach and navel as he moved his fingers to her cunt to finally give her mercy. “I think you deserve some relief as well” Cyril smirked, slipping his fingers along her soaked folds and playing with her clit before thrusting two fingers in her as fucked her gently with his digits.

He nudged his hips, cock brushing her lips and smirked. “let’s see what you’ve learned from your lessons” he urged her on, wanting her to use her hands and mouth as she took his cock back in his mouth and allowed him to fuck her throat with measured thrusts to push her to her limits.“a stór. my treasure. go on” he sweet crooned.

Willow's whole body was thrumming with excitement, from her trying to please him she was soaked down below. A constant ache in her pussy. "Yes, sir," she answered seductively. His praise caused her body to be filled with immense yearning and satisfaction.

Her eyelids fluttered as he tapped his hetfy cock against her cheek, she tried to hold back a soft moan that threatened to escape. With her mouth open as he guided his cock down the back of her throat easily. A low hum emitted . The young woman adhered to his instructions and breathed through her nose, relaxing more comfortably on the bed. Her lust-filled orbs stared into his, she simply nodded eagerly at his question. A new title, her body burning with desire at the mere thought. A whimper fell from her lips "You can call me whatever you'd prefer, Sir. What do you think I should be?" she questioned softly.

Her lips formed a smirk, she definitely knew he liked her calling him sir, in such sinful settings. His chuckle was music to her ears. "Yes, sir," she cooed excitedly. "Oh," she mewled in delight as he tweaked her hardened nipples. "So ready, sir" she added.

[musingcyril]

That look on her face; was full of mischief with the thought that her utterance of the title working its magic on the man she sat on. It made him desire her; more and more convinced that he would not forget her. That shameless act of taking joy in her scandalous act; all for a grade.

She continued to use that title; claiming it for him to commit to memory and hear nothing else when it was spoken from those sweet lips. Her cunt, swallowed him whole and those whimpers fell from her mouth as her pleasure rose and her skin became hot to touch; goosebumps growing on her skin as he stroked her legs. His mouth was preoccupied with her breasts as he suckled at them before biting at those mounds with a satisfied groan as he marked her up. While it may be her only night with him he would not allow her to forget him either. Tomorrow she would see those red marks purple and think of him.

A breath left him; momentarily taken out of breath at her frantic pace and watched her with his mouth agape. She was sweet; her features were soft but were contorted in pleasure. She was someone he would least suspect to involve herself in a filthy act, and yet - here she was with her back arched, cunt wet and taking her professor for a gallop. She was simply incredible. “hm, that you are, such a good girl riding my cock. You take me well, don’t you - so tight for me” he smiled, looking down at their hips. His cock glistened with her wetness spreading over him with ease. There was hardly a need for him to have prepared her; she wilfully took him and engulfed him without preamble. “Won’t you think of me after?” he rambled, putting the thought in her mind. “Think of me when you touch yourself? I would think of you when I hold my cock in hand”

He smacked her rear; firmly with a harder slap as he felt it warm with the sting that she would be left feeling when she left his classroom. “That’s right, only I can” he nodded; licking his lips as he wet his drying lips. Every pant left him; exerting his energy as he gave her his energy. He clenched his jaw; his neck strained and his veins popped as he grunted and bucked his hips with the motion of her hips frantically swivelling and forcing him to refocus; holding firm to her body and allowing her to cum before him her walls shuddering and squeezing him. His balls ached to empty inside her.

Eyes stared into her; hearing her request and smiled wickedly at her whimpers as he manoeuvred his hands under her thighs; rose her slightly above him and began his own frantic pace as he thrust his hips up into her and hit that sweet spot inside her precision. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum! - make you full ” he moaned, pounding her with his cock and finally came inside her. He held her down, using his grip to guide her hips to grind into him and felt her begin to overflow with his seed.

A devious grin etched upon her features at his words. Willow only imagined the affect it would have calling him that in a sinful manner. A low hum of elation fell from her lips as she undulated her hips against him. Taking him deeper into her glistening cunt.

Her head flung back as one of her hands reached for the back of his neck. “Oh fuck,” she cried when his lips encompassed her pert breasts. “Sir,” she whimpered as she arched her back even more, her eyes fluttered shut at the sensations that coursed through her veins sending vibrations to her extremities and inner core. She hummed softly letting the pleasure grow as his mouth ravished her hardening buds.

She desperately needed to be his number one, student and perhaps more. She meticulously rotated her hips, causing the most enjoyable amount of friction she desired. Low whimpers of delight escaped as his cock hit her sweet spot. She frantically rode up and down his length. She breathed deeply between pants. “I-I like being your good girl, Sir,” she keened in pleasure as her eyes fluttered at the sensations stirred within. “Me too, sir,” she mewled as her body writhed with hunger and need. His groans made her feel even more alive as they were music to her ears. Knowing that she was pleasing him brought great sense of satisfaction that she craved. They collided in bliss as he thrust up and she pushed down, her walls squeezing around him.

Her lips parted as he smacked her backside. “Please, sir. I know you’re the only one that can give it to me,” she moaned in delight. His words caused her heart to swell with pride, she hummed softly. Her hands tightened around the back of his neck whilst she frantically swivelled her hips wantonly as he filled her delectable so. “Oh fuck, sir,” she cooed in pleasure. “So close,” she murmured, it wouldn’t be much longer before be brought her to the precipice. Just a few more powerful thrusts into her sopping wet heat was enough to push her over the edge as her orgasm crashed over her. Shuddering as her walls clenched around him, “Fill me up. God, Sir cum in me” she whimpered her voice steeped with lust.

[musingcyril]

He wondered how many times she had done this with a professor, or how many men she had to have such a practiced skill. It was clear she was far from a virgin from the way she handled him. It was not his business; a woman her age was likely to explore her sexual desires at this age. It was the need to pass with her marks that may have given him the fortune of this experience but he would not waste it. Especially as she was so willing  for him.

With the last spurts of his seed releasing from his cock it leaked through the corners of her mouth as his load was copious and thick. Her lips glistened with saliva, droplets of his cup falling on her chin. A sight he would not soon forget; grunting as it remained hard as she stroked him. Cyril gaped his mouth, breathing heavily she swallowed and licked her fingers clean from her fingers as she cleaned the mess from her chin. He moaned, closing his eyes before he opened them once more. It would take little to convince him to another repeat. He hadn’t expected him to be so taken with her. If she asked for more and returned to his company he could hardly deny either of them the pleasure.

“You have truly earned your grade” he promised, smirking as she stood to push him back into his seat and watched her move quickly to straddle his lap. His blue eyes stared into her dark orbs as she pumped his half-hard cock and felt it revive; becoming hard again for her. He was still wet, lubricated by her saliva and slipped easily into her sopping cunt. Her folds parted, welcoming his massive cock into that tight cunt. “Fuck..” he breathed, grasping the back of her head as she kissed him; lips pressed firmly to hers and tongue tangled as he moaned into her mouth as he moved his hands to pull at her clothes.

He parted breifly, pulling her shirt off and over her torso and looked at her with an appreciative glanced before he moved to remove her bra; throwing it to the floor and took her breasts in his hand. A firm squeeeze, groping at her, pulling at her nipples before he took it in his mouth and then the other. A hand slapped her rear, echoing loud in the classroom. “Fuck me, Willow” bucking his hips as he encouraged her to move and watched her ride him and grin as her tits bounced for him.

“Good girl” he slapped her rear once again.

Although Willow was failing a few of her classes, she deemed herself on trying to be a model student. She wanted to be nothing less than perfection. Seeing Mr Grant become unhinged due to her mouth, was an exciting and thrilling feeling. To be the one who holds the power, to bring him to orgasm. The young girl continued to suck him, with hollowed cheeks whilst her tongue alternated teasing licks along. He was so full in her mouth and she choked as he hit the back of her throat.

Her eyelids fluttered as his rough hands threaded through her dark locks. She heeded his words. Willow hungrily took what he gave her as she kept on sucking him through his release. She felt his spurts of cum hit the back of her throat and some bits had gradually oozed out of the sides of mouth and left a trail of drips from her chin. She swallowed all she could, the saltiness leaving it’s mark on her tongue in it’s wake. She swirled her tongue one final time before she pulled back completely. One of her hands wrapped around his cock and pumped a few times, with the other her digits wiped at the remnants before she slipped them inside her mouth as she sucked them clean, waste not want not after all. She hummed blissfully, “you taste absolutely divine, sir” she murmured with a wicked grin. A girl could get used to that” she answered in a dulcet tone.

“I hope that was as good for you and was a worthy performance. But what about that reward, sir. I think I have an idea,” she suggested mischievously as she stood. With both hands braced firmly upon his shoulders, she pushed him back down in his chair. With ease she quickly pull down her panties to straddle him, her legs either side. Her hands pumped him until he became erect again, before she slowly sunk her dripping wet cunt onto his cock, til he was fully sheathed inside her wetness. “Oh sweet Lord, sir,” she mewled before her lips forcefully kissed him with all the lustfilled desire she possessed.