Boarding School Whores/let him
From Create Your Own Story
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Current revision as of 23:19, 3 June 2012
You say nothing as he moves his hand over your leg. It is a lot rougher than you expected, and it is very strong. You look down at it, as he moves it from midway along your thigh, up to about an inch away from your vagina. He stops stroking you, but leaves his hand on your leg. Your muscles quiver and tense as you start to think about how creepy this is. He resumes sketching both of your thighs, but leaves your crotch blank, you wonder if he is going to feel around there too, and you wonder if you will let him. Right as you are convinced that he is going to rub your pussy he stops and moves up and rubs his hand along your hips, and then grabs your left breast. You lean back a little, feeling his hand cup the underside of your tit, roll across your nipple, and then run across the top of your tiny breasts, and then pinching and twirling around your nipple.
It feels really good, almost to good. You were interrupted in the middle of brushing your pussy, and your still really horny. You don’t want this to go any further but you may not be able to help yourself.
He has taken his hand off of you, but you notice on the painting that all he has left to draw is your crotch. He puts his hand on your stomach and starts sliding it down. He reaches the top of your slit, right where you start to get wet and passes his hand over it a few times. Soon he is rubbing his hand up and down your crotch, sliding it over your labia, and touching your clit. You feel dirty, but you like it, this overweight, old man touching your youthful little vagina. He rubs two fingers around your clit, then slides them along the inside of your pussy lips he stops them on the entrance to your vagina, spreading it open with two fingers he inserts his middle finger all the way inside you.
“You’re not painting that up there, so why are you feeling it?” the feeling of creepiness returns... but it feels so good!
“I’m just feeling around," he slides his finger out of you "here, lets try a different picture, turn around and spread your legs and lean forward onto the stool” He gets up and changes the page.
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